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MARY BALDWIN SEMINARY
" Haec olim meminisse Juvabit "
T^ev. George W . Finle}), D. D.,
the honored president of the Board of 'trustees and our revered
friend, this volume is respectfully dedicated by
The Mary Baldwin Literary Society
Ma^rh of Q^rnstnB
MARY BALDWIN SEMINARY
SESSION OF 1907-1908
Rev. GEORGE W. FINLEY, D. D.,
JOSEPH A. WADDELL, LL. D.,
HENRY A. WALKER, Esa.,
Judge J. M. QUARLES,
JAMES N. McFARLAND, Esq.,
JAMES H. BLACKLEY, Esq.,
HENRY D. PECK, Esq.,
Hon. henry ST. GEORGE TUCKER,
ARISTA HOGE, Esq.,
Rev. a. M. ERASER, D. D.,
WILLIAM H. LANDES, Esq.,
SAMUEL F. PILSON, Esq.,
JOHN M. SPOTTS, Esq.,
Rev. WILLIAM N. SCOTT, D. D.,
JAMES B. RAWLINGS, M. D.,
JOSEPH A, WADDELL, LL. D.,
Rev. GEORGE W. FINLEY, D. D.,
Rev. a. M. FRASER, D. D.,
HENRY D. PECK, Esq.,
WILLIAM H. LANDES, Esq.,
©fftr^ra mh (J^mtl^txB
E. C. WEIMAR
Rev. a. M. ERASER, D. D.,
MARY RAWSON BOTSEORD, A. M.,
Vassar College and Grachiate Student of Columbia University,
ENGLISH LANGUAGE AND LITERATURE
MARTHA D. RIDDLE,
University of Chicago,
V. M. STRICKLER,
University of Chicago,
ELIZA GRACE HARDY, A. B.,
Woman\s College, Baltimore,
MARY FRELINGHUYSEN HURLBURT, A. M.,
NATURAL SCIENCE AND MATHEMATICS
Mlle. ALVINA J. MERIOT,
Fraulein MARGARETHE SCHMIDT-WARTEMBERG,
Fraulein ZAIDE von BRIESEN,
MARY L. MATTOON, A. B.,
PSYCHOLOGY AND BIBLE HISTORY
N. L, TATE,
PRINCIPAL OF PREPARATORY DEPARTMENT,
MATHEMATICS AND ENGLISH
University of Chicago,
RHETORIC AND AMERICAN LITERATURE
ALEXANDRA MacINNIS, B. S.,
Teacker\i College, Graduate Student of Columbia University,
RHETORIC AND AMERICAN LITERATURE
Mary Baldwin Seminary,
Harvard and Chicago,
ENGLISH AND MATHEMATICS
SARA GREENLEAF FROST, B. L.,
Boston School of Expression,
V. M. STRICKLER,
Dnnsmore Business College,
JENNIE S. RIDDLE,
STENOGRAPHY AND TYPEWRITING
SARAH RICHARDSON MEETZE
Art Student's League of Washington, New York, aiul Paris,
DRAWING, PAINTING, ILLUSTRATING, DESIGNING, AND CHINA PAINTING
Professor F. W. HAMER,
piano, organ, harmony, and history of music
Professor C. F. W. EISENBERG
Conservatory of Leipsic,
PIANO AND ORGAN
MARY FRANCES PLUMER,
Studied with Scharwenka, New York; Jedliczka, Berlin,
Studied with William H. Sherwood, Chicago,
Eduard Shinier, Berlin ; I^schetizky, Vienna,
BELLE LOUISE BREWSTER,
Studied in London with Alberto Randegger, Alfred Bluvie, and
VIOLIN, GUITAR, AND MANDOLIN
ANNA M. STREIT,
BEITIE WITHROW CHASE,
Graduate St. Ltike's Hospital,
intendant of infirmary
Dr. H. H. HENKEL,
WILLIAM WAYT KING,
" Devise wit; hold, pen; for I am for whole volumes in folio."
Ruth Bradley - . - - Sue Dishman
Ei^A Heck .... Thalia Gillett
Katie Newton .... Marie Smith
Gertrude Garden - - Katherine Street
Maggie Henderson - - - Mabel Shields
T^os bleusf lesfemmes savantes! O golden days
IJ Of salons, courtly poets, ladies wise.
With myriad ringlets, jeweled robes, and eyes
Whose glance gave riches of reward or praise!
Bluestocking dames! Of London now we dream,--
Of hoop-skirt times, of good old tea-cup days,
And gallant Dr. Johnson's ponderous praise,
With Carter's learning, Burney's wit the theme.
Bluestocking still, in twentieth century days!
No courtly poets, gallant pedants now:~
Maidens, with fingers cramped and aching brow,
For M. B. S. would win fresh meed of praise.
rOMr. Landes, Mr. Caldwell, Mr. Stoddard, Mr. Crowelland
Mr. Lang, who kindly offered prizes for the best essay, the
best story, the best verse, the best art work and the best kodak
picture, respectively, for the Bluestocking of 1908, the Literary Society
in behalf of the Annual, extends sincere thanks; and also to the
judges who made the decisions.
The prizes were awarded as follows: For the best essay, ' 'Of
Walter Pater" to Miss Katie Newton; the best story, "A Woman's
Way, ' ' to Miss Viola Cooke; the best verse, ' 'A Pedigree, ' ' to
Miss Marie Oldham; the best art work, to Miss Katherine Street; the
best Kodak picture, "Hill Top in Winter, " Miss Helen Harrison.
UNIVERSITY Ruth Buaih.ky
PIANO — Hklena Lankfokd
m a rg a r et w es ie r m an
ART — Gertrude Garde ,'
A smiling face. l)riglit, merry eyes,
Wherein a world ot sunshine lies:
Capricious Ruth, our studious friend,
Mav every joy thy path attend!
" Mv mind to me a kingdom is;
Such present joys therein I find.
That it excels all other bliss
That earth affords or grows bv kind."
" As sweet and musiciil
As l)ii<r|it Apollo's lute, striinir witli his hair:
And when Love speaks, the voice of all the gods
Makes hearers drowsv vvitii the harmony."
" Tne liglit of love, the purity of grace.
The mind, the music breathing fioni her fiice;
The heart whose softness harmonized the whole.
And, oh, that eve was in itself a soul!"
■' The soul of niiisic sluiuVu'rs in llic slifll
Till waked and kintlled hy the master's spell;
And feeliiifr hearts, touch them but lightly, pour
A thousand melodies unheard before!"
" III framinff an artist, art hath thus decreed:
To mike some s^ood, but others to exceed."
Mnvrj lal&mtn IGit^mrg i^nrirtg
Gertrude Garden Lucie Lamb
The Mary Baldwin Miscellany The Bluestocking
Gertrude Garden, Regent
Mary Ellen Den ham
Mary Belle Hobson
Lucie Lamb, Regent
Mary Boyd Ayer
Electa de Pugh
Spottswood Le Moine
The Mary Baldwin Miscellany
Vol. X Staunton, Va., March, 1908 No. 2
ELSA HECK KATIE NEWTON MARIE SMITH
THALIA GILLETT, Local Editor
MABEL SHIELDS, Business Manager
MAGGIE HENDERSON, Assistant Business Manager
Out on my lap I spread them,
My treasures of the past ;
Though the thrill of joy has left me.
Their memories sweet still last.
A little faded rosebud,
A note, and a knot of blue
Bring back again the hours, dear.
That I have passed with you.
Oh, let my truant fancy
To the by -gone years return ;
As I sit here with ray treasures.
Let the torch of memory burn.
Let me dream the old dreams over
By the firelight's flickering glow.
With a heart still fondly beating
For the days of the long age.
— Mary Geattan.
Mary Boyd Ayer
Mary G rattan
Ruth La Velle
Josephine Le Master
Virginia de Steiguer
Elizabeth Timber lake
S^lta ^i^ma pi|t i>0rontg
i^lta Bi^mn f Iji
•* Nell B. Carrington South Boston, Virginia
= Ernestine A. Cutts Savannah, Georgia
'° Electa C. de Pugh New York, New York
= Pauline A. Greider East Orange, New Jersey
" Lilian G, Harrison Martinsburg, West Virginia
^ Alice J. Hazzard Georgetown, South Carolina
^ Beaumont Hazzard Georgetown, South Carolina
« Elsa G. Heck East Orange, New Jersey
Mary L. Hull Augusta, Georgia
3 Helen D. Nix New York, New York
' Helen A. Pole Lorain, Ohio
' Anne W. Sailor Pittsburg, Pennsylvania
SORORES IN URBE
Lucy B. Bowles Mary L. Hutcheson
Alplja i^tgma Alplja
(Founded 1901 at Farmville, Virginia)
Crimson and Silver Carnation
« Claudia Celeste Collier New York
* Mary Fenelon Chalmers Virginia
8 Elizabeth Pryor Going Alabama
5 Mary Belle Hobson Kentucky
* Anne Elizabeth Lebby South Carolina
» Virginia Lee Miller Virginia
» Lilla Dale Niehols Georgia
"> Sara Lamb Nichols Georgia
' Cecilia Payne Alabama
Emily Miller Puller Virginia
' Margaret Vance New Jersey
Alplja if Ita pifi
(Founded at Wesleyan College, Macon, Georgia, 1851)
Blue and White Violet
* Anna Marie Apgar Trenton, New Jersey
' Marie Darling Easley South Boston, Virginia
" Mary Throckmorton Hover . Denver, Colorado
* Bessie Williams Kelly Norfolk, Virginia
* Lucie Winder Lamb Norfolk, Virginia
Margaret Josephine Le Master Memphis, Tennessee
' Mary Spottswood Le Moine Petersburg, Virginia
' Mary Katharine Linn Salisbury, North Carolina
* Nellie Coalter McCluer Bon Air, Virginia
"* Elizabeth Poston Shepherd Memphis, Tennessee
* Kate Earle Terrell Birmingham, Alabama
' Margaret Steele Terrell Birmingham, Alabama
'* Mary Josephine Willis Shelby ville, Kentucky
Evelyn Todd Shelby ville, Kentucky
ALPHA — Wesleyan College, Macon, Georgia
BETA — Winston-Salem, Winston-Salem, North Carolina
GAMMA — Mary Baldwin, Staunton, Virginia
DELTA — University of Texas, Austin, Texas
EPSILON — University of Tulane, New Orleans, Louisiana
ZETA — Southwestern University, Georgetown, Texas
ETA — University of Alabama, Tuscaloosa, Alabama
cd. (§. i.
Lucie W. Lamb
Spottswood Le Moine
Electa de Pugh
Helen D. Nix
Lilian G. Harrison
Elsa G, Heck
Kate Earle Terrell
Mary L. Hull
La Dusca Welling
z. ®. z.
" Do unto others, for they'd like to do you; but do them first."
Red and Black American Beauty
Lucie Winder Lamb
Anna Apgar, New Jersey
Mary Chalmers, Virginia
Claudia Collier, New York
Mary Ellen Denham, Florida
Marie Easley, Virginia
Gertrude Garden, West Virginia
Thalia Gillett, Texas
Elizabeth Going, Alabama
Mary Belle Hobson, Kentucky
Mary Hover, Colorado
Mary Hughes, North Carolina
Bessie Kelly, Virginia
Lucie Lamb, Virginia
Anne Lebby, South Carolina
Josephine LeMaster, Tennessee
Spotswood LeMoine, Virginia
Dorothy Lewis, Colorado
Mary Linn, North Carolina
Nellie McCluer, Virginia
Mary McFaden, Virginia
Virginia Miller, Virginia
Lilla Nichols, Georgia
Sara Nichols, Georgia
Elizabeth Shepherd, Tennessee
Rachel Speck, Virginia
Cecilia Payne, Alabama
Emily Puller, Virginia
Kate Earle Terrell, Alabama
Margaret Terrell, Alabama
Margaret Vance, New Jersey
Gladys Walker, Virginia
Josephine Willis, Kentucky
Grey and White
•' Up all Night."
" Erney " Cutts
" Lil " Harrison
" Beau "
Hazzard " Buzzard '
" Kid " HuU
Green and Black Cattail
Elizabeth Going Alabama
Anne Lebby South Carolina
Josephine Le Master Tennessee
Mary Linn North Carolina
Lilla Nichols Georgia
Sara Nichols Georgia
Emily Puller Virginia
Elizabeth Shepherd Tennessee
Rachel Speck Virginia
Evelyn Todd Kentucky
Josephine Willis Kentucky
i. i. 3F.
Black and White Night Blooming Cereus
GRAND KEEPER OF THE KEY
' Mary Ellen Denham Florida
* Gertrude Garden West Virginia
« Thalia Gillett Texas
* Matilda Omwake Pennsylvania
' Susan Philips Pennsylvania
* Rachel M. Speck Virginia
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Mary " Linn "
" Maggie " Terrell
" Miss Anne" Apgar
" Joe " Le Master
Lucie " Lamb "
" Spots " Le Moine
Marie " Easley "
" Spry " Willis
" Lazy " Shepherd
" Nelle " McCluer
" Earl " Terrell
" Mike " Kelly
Mary " Hover"
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" Monk " Carrington
" Erney " Cutts
" Spry " Willis
" Mike " Kelly
" Smear " Greider
" Sorry " Nichols
" Beau " Hazzard
" Earl " of Terrell
"LET'S OUR CAShS KEEP"
Lavender, Orange, Crimson, Koral
Mary B. Crittenden
Mary E. Denham
Mary M. Jones
Mary Belle Crittenden
Electa de Pugh
Mary Ellen Denham
Mary Belle Hobson
Josephine Le Master
Spottswood Le Moine
Secretary and Treasurer
Kate Earle Terrell
La Dusca Welling
iHarg ii^airtuttu ^rmiitary (§rd)rBlm
Director — Mr. Beardsworth
H.utz Hoirell Berenice Barco Ruth Duffy Claudia Fraser Evelvn Myers
Lilla Nicliols Pauline Greider
Jnr Auli ICang B^^nt
OST of us are
fa i r 1 y familiar
with the cata-
logue o f Mary
Baldwin S e m i -
nary in its pres-
form. How many,
I wonder, have
ever discovered in the Library, that
unique little pamphlet of 1844, which
contains the first catalogue, safely sand-
wiched in between a formidable Dis-
course on Prelacy, and the Addi-ess on
the Laying of the Corner-stone of our
Main Building. The tiny book meas-
ures scarcely six by four inches, and the
title, here reproduced, is modestly
printed on the back of the cheap paper cover of good old Presb}i;erian ( ? )
blue. Within, "Subscribers to Mr. Smith's sermon are informed that
the following Exhibit of the Augusta Female Seminary, with the
Address, is appended simply for the pui-pose of giving it a wide gratuitous
circulation. The price of the sermon (12 1-2 cents ) is the only charge
made to them."
When we discover that the name of each pupil is accompanied
by her list of classes, abbreviated thus, — " R — Reading, W — Writing,
S — Spelling," we ai-e enabled to unravel the mysteries of Miss Bald-
win's course of studies, given among others on the following page.
CATALOGUE OF STUDENTS.
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Inspired to further research, we learn that the Augusta Female
Seminary was started at the instance of the Rev. Rufus W. Bailey, a
native of Maine. The school was opened during the fall of 1842, in
the upper rooms of a frame house on the corner of New Street and
Court-House Alley, and later removed to the north side of Green-
ville Alley. Pupils from out of town found homes in private families,
'* Where the social and domestic hahits may be cultivated througli
the whole course cf education." The whole expense of board and
tuition for the Academic year was one hundred dollars for the Liter-
ary coiu'se, one himdred and thirty dollars for the higher comse;
*' Contingencies to each pupil tifty cents! " So successful did the enter-
prise prove that ways and means were soon devised whereby a suitable
school building could be erected. The place chosen was between
New Street and the Presbyterian Church, then a most unsightly brick-
yard, but after its purchase, made beautiful by the efforts of the
congregation, who had it enclosed, graded and planted with trees.
On June fourteenth, IHii, two years from the humble begin-
nings in the upper room, the cornei'-stone of the first building of the
Seminary was laid with fitting ceremonies. In this stone were
deposited a large copper plate inscribed with the names of the trus-
tees, officers and pupils, and a Bible enclosed in oil-skin, with the
superscription, " The only Rule of Faith and the first text-book of the
Augusta Female Seminary." The addi'ess of the day, made by the
Rev. B. M. Smith, Pastor of Tinkling Spring Church was issued by
Mr. Bailey with the little original catalogue described above, of
which the copy in our library is, so far as known, the only remaining
specimen. The first building was the centi'al part of what we now
know as Main Building, with its portico and columns. The second
floor was the school-room, the first floor being set apart as a chui'ch
The closing exercises of the school were held on the twenty-eighth
and twenty-ninth of this same month, and were witnessed by a lai'ge
assemblage. During this year the school numbered sixty pupils,
among them, as has been noted. Miss Mary Julia Baldwin.
Another curious relic of these early days, still to be seen in the
Seminary, is a nine inch square of soft fringing white satin, worn and
yellow with age, bearing the following inscription:
•':'""/:! ■' A.i..r.anti£an93j)i)robrt>fc?Sml.it)lt,^>!0 rrn^"'
When the school year lasted from the first Monday of September
to the end of June, absolutely without vacation, a " credential "
might justly emphasize " amiable and correct deportment!"
Mr. Bailey's resignation in 184!), was followed by a succession of
five principals, all men, until 1863 when Miss Mary Julia Baldwin
and Miss Agnes R. McClung were elected principals, the former with
full authority over the school and the appointment of teachers, the
latter with charge of the boarding department.
May I quote concerning Miss Baldwin from the history of the
Seminary by Joseph A. Waddell?
" Miss Baldwin was reared in Staunton and was highly esteemed
for her mental culture and spirit of benevolence. Previous to the
war, there were no public free schools in Staunton, and her feelings
were enlisted in behalf of the many poor children growing up without
an education. Having a small patrimony, furnishing her some
means, she rented a school-room, and inducing several women to
assist her, she opened a charity school. . . . She stated that, if
she sui-vived her grandmother with whom she lived, her purpose
would be to open a school for girls, and devote herself to teaching,
not merely as a means of support, but of leading a useful life. Her
grandmother died early in the year 1862, and she then began a
private school in rented premises. . . . While she was an infant,
one side of her face was smitten with paralysis and sadly marred. As
she grew up to womanhood, she was not unconscious of the disfigura-
tion, and was often wounded at the discovery that strangers were
gazing at her ' with eyes of curiosity.' But it did not cause her to
become misanthropic or to shrink into retirement. She had duties
to God and her fellow-creatures to discharge, and in spite of all
embarrassments, she bravely sought to discharge them. At home,
among her familiar friends, the disfiguration of her face was hardly
thought of, . . . no woman in the community was more admired
and loved." Such was the woman who came from her little private
school, to mould the Seminary, which to-day proudly bears her name.
Miss Baldwin loved pets of all kinds, and her "Happy Family,"
as she called them, were fortunate in the love and tender care of their
mistress. The trills and carolings of twenty birds in a large circular
cage on the front porch, could be heard far down the street, while the
warblings of other birds in smaller cages in the office hall, lent a
happy and contented note to the surroundings. Besides these song-
sters, there were two magpies, a red bird and three parrots. Two of
the parrots were Miss Baldwin's special favorites; one, the green
parrot, was called Polly Baldwin. The grey parrot was always taken
to dinner, and perched on the back of Miss Baldwin's chair during
the meal. Two dogs also claimed their share of attention; one of
them, Beauty, being her devoted and constant attendant.
The quaint, old-fashioned garden with its terraces, two fountains,
and beds of flowers, especially the tulip bed, was Miss Baldwin's
delight and pride, and under her supervision, kept in irreproachable
condition. Among this wealth of flowers, the fernery, the stumpery,
the rockery and the shellery, had their due share of attention.
A familiar figure at the Seminary in the old days, was " Uncle
Ches," — stooped with age, but with smiling ebon face framed in
snowy hair. " Uncle Ches " was proud that he could serve " Miss
Julia," even as he had served with loyal devotion her father and
mother, and nowhere could he have found in his declining years more
tender care than he received at the hand of Miss Baldwin. One of
his few daily tasks was the carrying of the mail. It was his delight
to have the girls crowd around him to see what mail he had on his
return from the office, and in response to their inquiry, " Is it a very
full mail, Uncle Ches?" he would always reply, "Pretty full mail,
marm," whether the basket on his arm bore fifty letters or two.
Before his death, he became very feeble and childish, and it required
much tact and care on the part of Miss Baldwin to manage him.
Among the many stories which the " old girls " of those early
days love to tell, is that of the alarm clock which Miss Baldwin
bought to waken some one who wanted to take the four-thirty train
the next morning. After making her purchase, which was carefully
set by the obliging jeweler. Miss Baldwin returned to the Seminary
in time for prayer-meeting, then held in the afternoon in the First
Presbyterian Church — our present chapel. Suddenly the reverent
quiet of the service was broken by a loud " Bur-er-r-a-ting-a-ling-a-
ling! " from Miss Baldwin's corner. Surprise, amusement, suppressed
titters followed the pei-sistent " Ting-a-ling-a-ling." The little alarm
had gone off sooner than had been expected.
One wintry day found a little old woman seemingly stooped
under the burden of years, heavily veiled and dressed in rusty black,
waiting in the parlors of the Seminaiy for Miss Baldwin. So small
was she that her feet were scarce able to touch the floor, and her
hands, folded in patient submission, led one to think, although her
face could not be seen, that her life had known its share of sorrow.
To Miss Baldwin's pleasant greeting and inquiry as to what she could
do for her, the little lady expressed a desire to be shown over the
Seminaiy, and especially the Art Gallery, for as a girl she had been
much interested in drawing and painting, and she was anxious to
see " what the girls now-a-days were doing." Together they went
from room to room, and soon were climbing the steep stairs to the
Art Gallery. Here Miss Baldwin took her companion's arm, and
helped her slowly and carefully up the stairway, pausing every few
steps for breath, fearful lest she should go too fast for the comfort
of her aged guest. After a thorough inspection of the Art Rooms,
with many expressions of appreciation on the part of the little lady,
the two returned to the parlors. Hardly were they seated, when,
presto! the veil was thrown back, and a bright voice, in strong
contrast to the little quavering tone of a few moments ago, said, "I
fooled you this time, Miss Baldwin! " Surely enough, the little old
lady was one of the girls, " fixed for the occasion," and especially
great was Miss Baldwin's enjoyment of the joke, when she remem-
bered the tender solicitude with which she had assisted her visitor to
the Art Gallery.
For the following glimpse of the Seminary in war times, I am
indebted to an article by Miss Gussie Bumgardner, published in the
Augusta Female Seminary Annual for 1893. As we of the present
time pore over the conjugation of amo, amas, amat, and the proper-
ties of X, y, z, our minds free from care and excitement, we can scarce
realize the anxious flutterings of the school girl hearts in the days of
'62. In the fall of '62, Miss Baldwin opened school with thirty board-
ers and one hundred and twenty day pupils. How should they be
provided for when flour cost twenty-five dollars a barrel, with other
things in like proportion? At the beginning of the session, there was
an abundance of every thing to eat — kind friends had aided Miss
Baldwin in her efforts to obtain the winter supplies — the question
then was, "How could these things be kept?"
In the war days, Staunton was a centre for army supplies, and
therefore filled at nearly all times with the wearers of the blue and
the grey. The contents of every larder must needs be well secured.
Miss Baldwin had procured forty barrels of flour, but where could she
put them? A quick-witted school-girl solved the puzzle. A few
hours' labor, and the barrels of flour were no longer visible, while
each room boasted a pretty round dressing table, in dainty draperies!
But even with this stratagem, there were not enough rooms to con-
tain all the barrels, so the remaining flour was sewed up in a tick,
and made to serve duty as a bed. On hearing that the blue-coats
were near, "the thinnest girl in school, — and it is said that she was
the only thin one, — chalked her cheeks to a ghastly white and got
into the bed of flour." During the usual search made by the Federal
officers, Miss Baldwin opened the door of the darkened room, when
suddenly a ghostly figure rose up in the bed, as if wakened from
sleep. The startled officer backed out of the room with a mur-
mured apology for disturbing a girl so ill. Needless to say, the flour
was saved, for the dainty " dressers " aroused no suspicion.
Many hands made quick work at the wood-pile, whenever that
dread cry, "The Yankees, the Yankees!" was heard. At the sound,
every occupation, no matter how important, was dropped, and a grand
rush was made for the wood-pile. Two girls would seize upon a log of
wood, an end on each shoulder, and off they'd go to deposit it in the
dark and hidden precincts of the cellar.
At another time, when the Federals were in town, the girls hid
the hams in all the available places in the school-room. The stoves
were filled, and then a ham was placed in each desk. All was done
just in the nick of time, for each girl had hardly snatched a book and
settled herself at her desk, when the searching party entered. They
saw only a very studious company of girls, surprisingly indifferent to
their presence. What would they have thought had they discovered
that many of the books were upside down? A casual glance sufficed,
and as the party left the room, one of the men said that the girls
didn't seem much afraid. Whereupon a saucy Miss, who overheard
the i-emark, replied, "What's in you to be afraid of?"
The girls' efforts, however, were sometimes disastrous, as, for
instance, when some of them attempted to roll a barrel of sorghum
up the dining-room stairs, and the head came out of the barrel. " They
had this consolation, however, — ii they could not eat that sorghum,
neither could 'the Yankees.'"
During all this time, the haven of refuge for the girls was
"Grandmother's room." "Grandmother" was Miss McClung's
mother, who made her home at the Seminary. Whenever the " blue-
coats " were in town sometimes as many as thirty girls could be found
here. "Grandmother" would have her hands full soothing their
fears, and here they would stay until perchance Jackson and his
gallant soldiers would come marching up the Valley; when away
would go the "blue-coats." Then what times followed as the girls
practiced for the soiree that was always given for our own soldiers,
and how their fluttering hearts beat upon the entrance of the gallant
lads in grey.
No one in telling stories of those exciting times ever forgets the
cow or the cats. Only one cow was left to the Seminary, and what
times the girls had keeping her from falling into the wrong hands!
Stratagems worthy of a great general were devised, for well they
knew that if this one precious cow was lost, their scanty allowance of
butter once a day would be gone. The cats wei"e the mistaken gift
of a kind friend. One day, while the girls were engrossed with their
lessons, a small darkey appeared in the doorway carrying a large sack
and announcing, as they thought, that his inistress had sent Miss
Baldwin some "cakes." To the consternation of all, when the bag
was opened, cats of all sizes and colors scrambled out. The friend
had heard that the Seminary was infested with mice, and had thought
to do a service by sending the cats to the rescue. Provisions were
too precious, however, to take in so many new boarders, so the cats
were returned to the giver with thanks.
Sunshine and shadow marked that school year; but with a never-
failing fund of cheerfulness, the girls bore every shadow, every depri-
vation, and seemed to enjoy on that account every little diversion
three-fold. What cared they if butter and gravy never appeared at
the same meal, or if they had to drink coffee made from rye and
sweetened with sorghum? What cared they if there were no two
dishes alike at the dinner-table, a cut-glass goblet beside a china mug?
The close of the war meant a great loss to the Seminary — all
that remained was a large amount of Confederate money, now
"worthless," a few articles of second-hand furniture, and several
musical instruments. Some necessary articles were procured from
Baltimore on credit, and as means came in, equipment was gradually
As we look at our Seminary, now so peaceful in its setting of
green lawn, and think of the troubled days of the past, as we
compare the equipment of to-day with the few advantages so highly
prized by our mothers, we can but wonder if we realize what we have
to be thankful for.
Mabel Leonore Hardenbrook.
Wf Walter ptpr
OWARD the middle of the nineteenth cen-
tury, English literature had been and was
^ill being enriched by many new ideas and
many new ways of expressing them. It was
only natural that the great reading public
should not wholly appreciate the beauties
and the originalities of these new writers
nor detect their faults, which were often
as great as their merits. Because of this
fa6t, there sprang up a group of men who
wrote what they called creative criticism — that is, criticism which
was an art in itself and which served as eyes to those who were less
keen of perception.
The representative of this group of writers who did mo^ in per-
fedling the art of criticism was Walter Pater. During his life-time,
no one paid much attention to his work and it was not until his
death, in 1892, that his writings began to be fully appreciated. His
life was that led by hundreds of other English indents. With the
exception of several trips to the continent, the greater part of his
fifty -two years was passed away in quiet, scholarly seclusion at Oxford.
There he spent his time reading and thinking — and then writing
out the result of his reading and thinking. His few friends felt that
they knew really nothing about the true chara6ler of the man, and it
can be learned only from his books.
In " The Child in the House," one can readily see that Pater is
describing his own childhood, and can recognize the influences which
moulded his sensitive, beauty-loving soul. His artiSlic qualities are
explained by the fa6l that he was descended from Watteau, the old
court-painter; but Watteau himself could not have made us see more
clearly than Pater makes us see the house where he spent his child-
hood, — a dignified old house of red brick " with a noticeable trimness
and comely whiteness about everything there, and a garden bright all
summer-time with golden rod, and brown and golden wallflower."
From the roof he could see the spires of the great city, above which
hung a heavy, rolling cloud of smoke, which the child loved to watch
because of the crimson and white lights shining through it. The
influence of this house increased his love for beauty, dignity, grace —
for all that was comely. Perfe6lly happy in his sense of harmony
between his soul and his physical sun*oundings, he enjoyed his child-
hood to the fulled. "Sensibility — the desire of physical beauty — a
iStrange biblical awe, which made any reference to the unseen a6l on
him like solemn music — these qualities the child took away with
him, when at about the age of twelve years, he left the old house."
His school and college days Pater describes in " Emerald Uthwart,"
but in this one does not get as clear an insight into his soul as in
"The Child in the House."
Pater's ^yle is so easy, his method of expression so perfedl, that
it seems to have come naturally to him. This, however, was not the
case, for although nature had given him a mind filled with beautiful
thoughts, it was only by hard work that he learned to express them
so well. In his essay on " Style " he tells how this was accomplished.
Fir^, there is but one word which can express the idea he has in
mind, and this word he always finds by diligent searching through his
large and well-assorted vocabulary. With racy Saxon monosyllables
he mixes long, dignified Latin words; he restores the fine edge to
many unused words, for in his eyes a word is a wonderful thing —
carrying latent color and imagery to his faiftidious scholarship.
"Words," says he, "are color and light and shade, through one's
living in the full sense of them." There was mind in Pater's
iStyle, not mere mechanism. He thought clearly, logically; there-
fore his sentences, paragraphs and whole essays are compact and
forceful. Only the exa6t words are used — not one too many or too
few — to make the reader see and think as Pater does. Sometimes this
very perfection makes the ^yle a bit monotonous. It spoils the
reader, too; for after reading Pater he feels some trouble in under-
ending a writer less clear and logical.
The soul in Walter Pater keeps him from giving too little
thought and attention to the idea, and too much to his method of
expression. His moft noticeable quality is his love — almo^ worship
— of beauty, whether of color, form, perfume or sound. He was
always on the alert for anji;hing which pleased the senses. Now we
can see the effedl of his childhood days spent in the old house: there
he fir^ experienced a passionateness in his relation to fair outward
objects; there fir^ he noticed the perfe6t nicety of the workings of
nature and of the human mind; there fir^ came to him the desire to
give men " fairer roses."
This desire became the objedl of his life. To carry it out he gave
especial ^udy to the great painters and to the poets of his time. The
result of his ^udy of art he wrote in the " Renaissance." With a
wonderful insight into human nature, an appreciative sympathy and
a perfect knowledge of article technicalities, he makes men see
" fairer roses " than ever the artist painted. He does the same thing
for modern English poets in his " Appreciations."
Some writers have made the statement that Pater is merely
sensuous, that he cares only for beauty, not for truth or depth of
thought. But is not "beauty truth, and truth beauty?" "Beauty,"
says Pater, " runs along fineness of truth." He had no great truth to
reveal to men, no great thought to let them share, nor great inven-
tion to help lighten their burdens. Such as he had, he willingly
gave, — a clear insight into men's minds and into the workings of
nature, a full and perfedt appreciation of whatever is beautiful and
true. Having given all the richness of his soul, "though dead, he
Katie Monroe Newton.
(§nv Alma MuUx
(Tune — Auld Lang Syne.)
Should Baldwin schooldays be forgot
And never brought to mind ?
We'll take a peep at kodak views
Of days of auld lang syne.
We'll make the hillsides ring again.
We'll sing thy lasting praise;
And then we'll give a hearty cheer
For dear old Baldwin days.
Then here's a note to ring alway
In prose, in song, in rhyme.
We'll sing, our Alma Mater dear,
Of M. B. S. schooltime.
— Annie Tillery.
A Woman a Hag
ETTY, Betty, how could you?" groaned the
man, his head between his hands, his broad
shoulders shaken with deep voiceless sobs.
Through the open door the wind blew
cooler, chilling both the room and the man;
but he felt it not. Beyond the high moun-
tains, the fierce red of the autumn sky
stretched itself out into a pink-hued gold,
that soon lost all of its warmth of coloring
in the tender folds of soft lavender mists.
And the mists put forth thousands of little, unseen hands, and slowly
drew over their delicate forms the rich, sheltering purple mantle of
night. One by one the mountain flowers nodded their pretty heads;
one by one the mountain birds sought their snug, feather-lined nests;
one by one the sheep and the cattle followed the tinkling sound of the
leader's bell toward their warm shelter in the valley; one by one the
angels hung out the lanterns of God in the blue-black darkness above,
to twinkle lovingly, watchfully, over the sleeping earth.
Still the man sat with bowed head in his great rough chair.
A large, shaggy shepherd dog came nosing to the door. He
stole noiselessly over to his silent master, and then back again to the
door, where he laid himself down, with head resting between his paws,
to watch, so, with the stars.
The mind of the man was taking him back, back to the long ago.
He was a boy, fishing in the brook that ran so merrily through
Farmer Hill's pine woods. On the bank beside him, a little girl in
blue gingham was digging for worms, — worms for his line. Every
time she touched a wriggling body with the stick with which she dug
into the dark ground, she screamed, — just a little, so as not to scare
" I'll dig for 'em," she had said, " but I won't touch 'em."
Again, and they were in the orchard. They were picking cher-
ries. Every now and then he would call to her to look, and while
she held her breath in anxious fear, he would climb clear out to the
end of a very high bough, or hang by one hand, or balance on one
foot. Now memory brought him to the close of a certain summer's
day, when she and he were standing at the gate of her home. The
warm evening air was heavy with perfume of the countless roses that
bloomed in the garden behind them. As she came out to meet him,
her fresh white dress clinging to her slender young form, her hair
tumbling in dark curls about her fair face, he had mentally thought
her the fairest rose of all.
How beautiful she was! How proud he was!
He could hear her silvery laughter again, and the low music of
her voice as she greeted him. And then — It was a foolish little
quarrel; she herself had laughed over it, afterwards, in the letters
which had been his inspiration in the three long years just passed.
But at the time, it was serious. With her quick eye she had taken
in his dress, and the collar that he wore had displeased her.
" David Commers," she said, " do you reckon I'm going with you
with that collar on?"
"Why Betty," he had answered, " you don't want me to go back
and change it, do you?"
"Why David," she mocked, " you don't want me to go to Bess
Corrin's party with you wearing that, do you?"
He tried to explain to her; but she refused to listen, — sometimes
a woman's way. Then he had coaxed, argued, grown angry, and
finally threatened not to go at all.
" Very well," was her reply, with a little toss of her head, " then
I'll go on without you. I'm — heigh — oh! John! John-n-n!" she
suddenly called, raising her pretty hands to her full blown lips to
form a sort of trumpet. And John, passing by on the high road,
heard her, and came running down at once. He always was ready to
run after a petticoat, had been David's disgusted remark about him
one day. Betty knew David hated him, therefore Betty took partic-
ular delight in favoring him with her smiles. But now she gave him
not only her smile, but she gave him also her hand on his arm, and
together, they left him, David, alone among the roses.
The weeks passed by without a word or a sign between them ;
and the faint gray clouds of their own making, hid from their unsus-
pecting eyes the terrible thunder clouds piling up so silently, just
behind them. Suddenly, without a sound of warning, they broke
through the thin gray wall, and shattered it from end to end. And
later, David, stunned and broken, lifted up his face — but branded a
thief. A thief! How bitterly did he recall that awful day, when
not one man in all the town had raised a hand of belief to his self-
sworn innocence. Ah! the injustice of it all!
The man groaned aloud. The dog by the door stirred, then lay
quiet again ; and the man kept on in his tryst with his thoughts. It
was evening in that far-off land. It was the evening of his disgrace,
and once more she came to him. He was standing at the end of the
narrow lane that led to all that he had ever known as " home,"— his
little pathetic bundle containing all his worldly possessions, slung
across his back, a hard smile resting upon his lips.
It was hardly more than a breath, but it fell upon his ear.
"David, — oh, David!" He turned, half-dazed, and took her
small outstretched hands in his own big ones.
"David," she whispered, brokenly. "They told me — you —
were going — away. I — I don't — believe — you took the — money.
I — I want you to know — that. I was so afraid you'd — be gone.
I ran to tell you. I — David — I — I'm sorry about the — collar — and
I — oh, David, don't go; don't leave me!"
How like Betty, he had thought,— so faithful and true when tried.
Again the man in the chair groaned with the pain of remem-
brance of their tears, their tender kisses, embraces, their prom-
ises. Promises! He sprang to his feet with a bitter laugh.
Promises! God, what were promises — to her? Playthings, to caress
to-day, to cast off to-morrow.
" Promises! Promises! " laughed the man.
"Promises! Promises!" echoed the mountains.
The cold, gray, silent mountains. The man went out to them, —
to them and the night, with the faithful dog trotting at his heels.
And back in the cabin, near the vacant chair, there lay upon the
floor a ghostljs fluttering object, a piece of paper, bearing the words:
" Married, August 17, 18 — , Bettina Purdman to John Richard McLue."
*** *» » ««
In the space of twelve years and the ordinary run of things, a
quiet rural village can rise — if it have any ambition whatsoever —
to a busy town, large enough to need a newspaper, a bank and a
modern hotel. At least, such were the things the great David Com-
mers observed on his return to his boyhood's home, after an absence
of twelve years. As he rode through the main thoroughfare of
the prosperous business section, he was amazed to discover how
few were the faces he could remember. What better sign could
there be of a growing American town? David's praises fairly
overwhelmed the proud, fussy little Mayor by his side, who grew
red and squirmed and fidgeted with delight. And why not? Was
not the great David Commers returned in triumph to his own, — and
was he not accepting the hospitahty of the Mayor's home?
In that home David recognized, in spite of the fresh paint and
modern improvements, the old rambling manor-house of Judge Kin-
nesley. "The Judge," the Mayor explained in answer to David's
query, " went the way of the good folks five years ago. The new place
beyond, in the old garden? Oh, that was the summer home of the Mc-
Lues. Young McLue made a pile of money, but too fast to prove
good for his moral digestion. He went the way of " and the little
Mayor winked his little grey eye. "Eh? Mrs. McLue? Ah, there
was a lady, a lady! Mr. Commers perhaps remembered her as
Bettina Purdman? How delightful? Mr. Commers would meet her
that evening at the reception."
A few minutes later, and David found himself alone in the
guest chamber. He went to the open window and looked out upon
the town as it lay before him in all of its holiday colors, donned especi-
ally for his home coming. How strange it all seemed. It was good
to get back, in spite of all the old bitterness. But how everything
had changed; even he had changed; most of all, she — had changed!
So that was her home, that great house on the opposite hill. How
like her to have it buried among flowers, — among all those roses; at
least, she had not changed in that.
" I wonder if she was happy," mused David. I wonder if she
The county had never before known such a sumptuous affair as
the reception given in honor of the great David Commers' return. It
seemed as though the people could not do enough to atone for that
day when they had let him go, without a chance to prove his inno-
cence. It was a mysterious thing, though, for the real culprit's name
had never been made known. The people had simply believed old
John McLue when, three years after the lad had left them, he had
publicly declared David's innocence. While he could not, he said,
disclose the name of the real offender, he would take his oath that the
boy they had driven away was as guiltless of the theft as he was him-
self. He had been the victim and the first accuser, though he had
refused to prosecute the lad. They had never before doubted old
John McLue's word, and they did not doubt it then; so there the mat-
ter had rested.
David felt that these good simple people were trying to make
amends, not because of his present success, but because they really
loved him and regretted their hasty judgment. It was this thought,
as they passed in line before him, that caused him to clasp each one
by the hand with the tenderest of emotions playing at his heart.
And it was this, perhaps, that weakened his hold upon himself and
left him powerless against her coming. For the moment, he was
unconscious of everything except that Betty, more beautiful than he
had ever dared to dream of her, was standing before him. Mechani-
cally he took the hand she offered, and mechanically he turned toward
the gawky youth who stumbled forward as she in her wondrous
beauty passed on.
The rest of the evening went by he knew not how ; for his brain,
his heart, his very soul were full of her. Twelve years! Had there
ever been a day in all that eternity when she had not been with him?
He must speak with her; this silence was unbearable. See, there she
was over by the alcove, always surrounded by a group of ardent
admirers. Would they never leave her? Should he never be free
from this incessant stream of flattering guests?
The moon shone full upon the quaint, old-fashioned garden
which enclosed the Mayor's home. Its soft rays danced undisturbed
on low flower-beds and high tree-tops, for the bright lights in the
manor-house no longer glared forth fi'om the many windows to laugh
defiance at the milder beams without. So the soft rays danced; and,
in flitting here and there, caught the features of the man who walked
in and out among the tangled pathways. Strong features they were,
not beautiful in themselves, but beautiful because of their strength.
The straight nose, the firm lips, the square jaw; they would probably
have been called fierce if the blue eyes had a whit less fire in their
expression. Back and forth the big man paced, the only visible sign
of the struggle which was raging in his breast being the clenched
hands he held behind his back, and the determined outward thrust of
the clean-cut chin.
" I won't go to her," he was arguing. " I won't go to her. She
cast me off" without a word." But how hard it was to stay away!
How beautiful she was! How like — yet how unlike — the girl who
had plighted him her faith with tears. No ; she could not care, — and
yet — What a fool he was! Would he play a bigger fool and go
to her now? What idiots those confounded human beings had been
who had followed her and him at every turn. He might as well
have been at the North Pole as in the same room with her!
" Really, are you still worrying about that collar, Mr. Commers?"
Her voice! She was mocking him again in the old sweet way.
She had done it a hundred times in his dreams. Yet he could not be
dreaming now, — he — was he going mad?
" Oh, I'm not a ghost ; I won't hurt you. See ; there's my
No ; he was not dreaming ; he was not mad. The cool touch of
her hand made him realize her presence: — she had come to him
" Was it not stupid," she said, " not to have one little chance to
speak with each other all the evening? Twelve years is a long time.
I saw you walking here in the moonlight, so I ran away from my
place over there — and — and — here 1 am. Why don't you say
something to me! Are you not glad to see me?"
The word ran like fire through every vein ; all the barriers of
nine years' makmg crumbled before it. With a low cry he seized
" Gl&d, Betty, glad? Ah, Betty — sweetheart — you know it. I
have loved you so long! How could you ; ah, Betty, how could you
treat me so! Do you remeinber that night, twelve years ago? — the
moon was shining just as it is now. It was the night I went away.
Like an angel of light you came to me in my darkest hour, and you
gave me hope and courage. Betty, you were not playing with me
then. Tell me that you have always been true to your promises, as I
to mine, and that the rest — your marrying him — was all a hideous
mistake. Sweetheart, look at me. Ah ; your eyes, Betty, — it was
the memory of your eyes as they looked into mine, — when you begged
me not to leave you, that has kept me from believing, even in the
face of fact, that you were not true to me. You saved me by your
faith when all the world doubted. I can not doubt you. Dearest,
there was some mistake?"
The girl lifted her head and the blue light of her eyes was as
dark and deep and glorious as the wonderful night which hung over
the garden. The tones of her voice were full and low as she
" Yes, there was a mistake, — that was not all a mistake ; but I
thought there was no other way. No ; do not stop me, I want to tell
you all. God gives us pain to-day, dear, that we may be happier
to-morrow, and our to-day is no longer to-day, but to-morrow. You
remember, three years after you went away, you wrote me of
the magnificent opportunity that had been opened to you, — an oppor-
tunity which would make you what you are become, the great David
Commers, — if, — it is a dreadful big little word, dear, — if you could
only clear your name of that shadow which had followed you even to
those western hills. But — there was no way to clear it ; your future,
your splendid future, lay beneath your very hand, and you were power-
less to reach out and touch it. You were bitter, then, David. Your
hope and happiness seemed blotted out.
" We were both very young, dear. You were too young to hold
me above your ambition, while I was too young to understand. I
was jealous, — was jealous, dear, of your ambition. For months your
letters had been so full of what you meant to do, to be, that I, in
my foolish little heart, was hurt because I thought you had ceased to
care for me, or, at least, to care enough. I thought you could never
be satisfied and happy in my love, alone.
"I lost that last letter — and he found it. There is little more
to tell. He came to me and gave me his word that if I would marry
him, he would clear your name, so that you could go on and make
your future. He came at the right moment,— perhaps he knew, — I
do not know. But I wanted you to be happy — to have your chance,
I believed it was the only way, so I married him. I did not know it
was he who had taken his father's money and thrown suspicion on
you till afterwards, and then it was too late.
" No, David, — wait. It was his father who put you right among
the people; he staked his word. But he was an old man, and proud;
he could not tell them his own son was the thief He died soon
after, broken-hearted. The other,— we were man and wife in name
only. One night they brought him home. The life he had lived
was too reckless. It brought its own punishment, as always. I
nursed him to the end. It was not long."
Over in the east, the faintest gray light appeared; from far back
in the garden came the soft trill of an awakening bird. The girl
heard the sound, and smiled. Raising one arm she pointed towards
the distant light in the sky.
" See, David," she whispered, " it is our to-morrow."
The mother of Invention was an ancient worthy dame ;
She had common-sense, w^as practical, — Necessity, her name.
She married young Intelligence, a man of rarest brain.
Whose attributes, when linked with hers, were the basis of
Their first son, young Invention, was an individual youth,
But his father's vast intelligence surpassed his mother's truth:
His imagination fertile, soared to regions in the sky,
And his mother's practicality forsook him, by and by.
Though his patrician lineage forbade plebeian ties,
He wedded young Miss Riches, with fair hair and big blue
She was a Uttle butterfly, and w^hile her pile of pelf
Encouraged young Invention, she interfered herself.
Though she was indeed quite childish, her vast riches helped
The life-work of her husband, whose great worth the public
They had a son. Success; but their nephew, Imitation,
Who was envious and wicked, hurt his cousin's reputation.
He later killed Success, and his young wife, Hope, did take.
She, ambitious, true and faithful, soon regretted her mistake;
For as blackness ruins whiteness, one can see the reason why
The son of Imitation, was common little LIE.
— Marie Oldham.
A ^hna at i|t0t0rir i^launtntt
HE school-girl of the present day, walking
the Staunton streets in her daily trips to
and from the Seminary, finds it hard to
realize the time when the savage Indians
hunted the buffalo and other wild animals
over these hillsides. Everyone knows, of
course, that the first passage of the Blue
Ridge and entrance into Virginia was made
by Governor Spotswood in 1716. He found
the portion of the Valley in which Staunton is situated entirely un-
inhabited, but marked by the burial mounds of a people that had
perished. Buffalo roamed everywhere in great numbers, so that one
of the neighboring gaps in the mountains took from them the naine
which it still bears of Buffalo Gap.
Governor Spotswood gave such glowing accounts of the country
that it was not long before men began pouring into the Valley.
The first permanent settlement was made near Staunton, in 1732, by
a Pennsylvanian named Joist Hite. Another of the settlers was John
Lewis who gave to the twin hills near which he made his home the
names of Betsy Bell and Mary Gray, after two similar hills in Tyrone
County, Ireland. These names are sometimes explained by a roman-
tic story of two young girls killed here by Indians, but this has no foun-
dation in fact. The names seem really to go back to Scotland, where
Betsy Bell, daughter of the Laird of Lednoch was paying a
visit to her dear friend Mary Gray, daughter of the Laird of Kinvaid.
The Plague of 1645 broke out and they fled from the horror to a
tower built out in the hills. There a young man from the town,
said to have been in love with both girls, brought them food from
time to time. But at last he also brought them the dreaded con-
tagion, and both died and were buried in a double grave near the
Almond River. Scotch colonists from the region carried the names
with them to Ireland, and in memory of the Irish hills, John Lewis
christened our own beautiful Betsy Bell and Mary Gray.
After Lewis had settled, a flood of Scotch-Irish immigrants
poured into the Valley. In 1748, William Beverly, son of Robert
Beverly, the Virginia historian, and grandson of Robert Beverly who
commanded the Royal forces at the time of Bacon's Rebellion, laid
off the beginning of the town of Staunton within his own manor.
Staunton is still within the Beverly Manor District, and the name is
perpetuated in one of the streets as well as in many other ways. The
surveying was done by Thomas Lewis. Proclamation for establishing
a town in Augusta County was issued by Governor Dinwiddle ; but
for some reason George II. then on the throne of England would not
issue a charter, and the town had to wait thirteen years for a king
liberal enough to make the grant. The land was again surveyed,
this time by Andrew Lewis. The streets that were first laid out are
now several miles in the country, but they may still be traced.
Near by is the grave of John Lewis. There may also still be seen
around Staunton a number of old decaying mills that were erected
before the town was founded.
Why Staunton was so-called has been a question for years, but
it was stated that the name was given in honor of Lady Gooch, wife
of Governor Gooch, who was Governor of Virginia when the town was
begun. She belonged to the English family of Stanton. There is
also a town of Staunton near Kendal, Westmoreland County, Ireland.
One of the most interesting remnants of antique Staunton is the
"Augusta Stone Church" which was built sometime between 1740
and 1755. According to tradition, men, women, and children labored
in the erection, carrying on horseback stone and timber for the
structure, and sand from Middle River, which is only a few miles
from Staunton. This church and that of Tinkling Spring were the
first meeting-houses in the country.
If we leave the Colonial days and look into later history the very
words "Shenandoah Valley" call up a throng of associations which
we cannot here stop to consider. At some of the natural features of
the country we may simply glance in passing. Nothing is more
remarkable than the abundance of springs. One of the most curious
of these, perhaps, is to be seen on a country road, where the water
flows through the trunk of a willow tree, known as "Willow Spout."
To the countless springs gathered in the limestone of the hills are
due many wonderful caverns. The most famous in the region are, of
course, Weyer's Cave and Luray Cave, but the recently opened
Staunton Caverns are very interesting and full of curious and beauti-
ful formations. Exploration is going forward, and every day some-
thing new is discovered. Whether we look then at the present day
or at the historic past, we find Staunton, home of Mary Baldwin
Seminary, well worthy of our interest and respect.
Helena Barrett Lankford.
" For girls may come and girls may po.
But we watch on forever."
How long, friend Pompey, have we, seated here.
Watch-dogs of M. B. S., in silence grim.
Made observation of the antics queer
Of all these maidens fat and maidens slim ?
Ca»9ar, old chum, I can't remember quite
That distant day when first we mounted guard,
So many lines of black and lines of white
Have come and gone through this green-terraced
Suppose we told one tithe of all we know, —
Wrote "Caesar's Commentaries on theM. B. S.,"
Or "Current Topics Courteously Ctirtailed," —
'Twould make an interesting book, confess.
Right, Caesar, " Every dog will have his day."
This may be ours. Last night, indeed, I heard
A book-laden girl who passed, distinctly say: —
"This is 'The Day of the Dog,'" that very
" And thereby hangs a tale !" Who will, shall read.
In cursory remarks and doggerel rhymes, —
Not an unbroken history, indeed, —
But many hints of M. B. S. good times.
m. 1. ^. Alpljabrt
'S for the Annual, our laSl one, we mean ;
That the la^ is the belt, is plain to be seen.
'S for the Bell, in the belfry low,
Tolling the hours as they slowly go.
'S for the " Chorus," whose voices sweet
Make cold shivers run from our heads to our feet.
'S for Demerits, sole thing we receive
Without the Principal giving us leave.
"S for Exams, which come only twice,
-• Cram well to pass and forget all in a trice.
""S for the Fudge we make on the sly,
Cook, eat, and be merry, for to-morrow we die.
■^ 'S for the " Gym," where we frequently go
-1 In silence (?) to trip " on the light fantastic toe."
is for our ^ylish grey uniform Hat.
She who says it's not " lovely " is blind as a bat.
I'S for the Infirmary, a favorite resort,
For the curing of troubles of every sort.
J'S for Mr. Johnson, our guardian by night, —
Alas! our admirers, he soon puts to flight.
'S for the Kableite, with sword and with gun ;
Though killingly armed, from a teacher he'll run.
S for the Line of maids all in black,
With a crowd of boys following close in their track.
'S for the Mail, well inspected it must be.
For fear leSt our " cousins " write too often, you see.
S for the Novel received from a friend;
s Grange how much time on the way it can spend.
We often spend hours on Saturday
/^ is for Office where, grievous to say,
r>'S for the P. C, the pride of the school,
Who never was known to break any rule.
is for Queftion, — the one we know beft
Is never the one that we get in a teSl.
13 'S for the Rules, too numerous to tell.
But 'tis better to keep them, or things won't go well.
is for Soiree ; oh, what memories it brings
Of backaches and yawns, " circus benches," and things.
S for the Terrace, a fine place to spoon,
And to walk with your " case " by the light of the moon.
'S for the Uniform of black and light grey;
" A fine combination," I am sure you will say.
"S for Vacation, which we all hold so dear —
Of the beS way to spend it, we talk all the year.
is for Xmas, the time we love beSl;
>• When homeward we go to take a good re§t (?).
Y'S for this Leap Year of Nineteen-nought-eight ;
Take your fate in your hands before it's top late.
Wis for Walking and also for Woe,
And the latter you'll have, if you skip or you go.
Zis for Zero. Good fortune defend
All M. B. S. indents from such a sad end.
®lj]e Imfnrm Ifat
The uniform hat, oh, the uniform hat!
Now. honestly, what do you think about that?
Perk the bow up in front, let it flop down behind,
There's never an angle that's quite to my mind.
Let me turn the edge up, or turn the edge down,
Leave it smooth on the top or dent in the crown.
Give a twist to the left or a twist to the right, —
Instead of a beauty, I look a mere fright.
In vain to my coiffure I've given such care,
Built up like an artist this chef d'wuvre of hair, —
Puffs, pompadour, wavelets ! — it's cruel, that's flat,
To hide so much style 'neath a Uniform Hat!
(With the kind permission of Miss Riddle.)
1. Who — Miss Weimar and a P. C. of spotless record.
2. When — One March afternoon while the line was out walking.
3. Where — No. 4, Memorial Hall, M. B. S.
4). Why — (a) Epidemic of " spring fever " — only twenty-four out of two
hundred girls respond to walking bell — (b) Miss Weimar's suspicions are aroused.
5. With what Result? — (a) A precipitate descent upon Memorial —
(b) Rooms reached, No. 4 last of all — chair is seen rocking in the middle of
the floor without " visible cause " — (c) " Cause " is found in closet under all
her winter clothes.
6. Final Result — The P. C. who was, now walks in line every day.
I sat apart and mused, and as I mused
There came to me an overwhelming sense
Of scorn at all the talents which, unused,
Lie crumbling in men's brains — and their defense
" We do not dare; the way is yet unhewn.
'Twere well to cling to traveled trails," they plead,
" From winds and tumults we are not immune," —
But here my glance froze on a centipede!
Suppose he should divine my unvoiced plea
And, striking boldly out for newer fields.
Decide with knightly pluck to conquer mef
My vision dims, my coursing blood congeals,
He's at my feet when, shrieking 'gainst this doom,
I prove my strength — hy rushing from the room.
— Marie Bowles.
Never too late to feast.
A caught girl dreads the office.
A girl in gloves needs no cuffs.
A " stung " girl dreads the bee.
A lesson skipped is a Zero earned.
Three shrieks are as good as a fire.
Great tales from little guesses grow.
A skip in time saves walking in the line.
A skipping girl gathers no Golden Reports.
A girl and her chafing-dish are soon parted.
A black silk muffler does not make a uniform.
A step into the closet saves two hours in office.
A creaking board is as good as a burglar alarm.
Never do to-day what you can put off till to-morrow.
A day in the Infirmary is pleasanter than an examination.
Twenty cubic feet of enthusiasm is easier than a cubic inch of work.
A piece of Fudge in the mouth is worth a pound in the chafing-dish.
The Charge of the
Haifa sleeve, half a sleeve,
Half a sleeve downward,
All in the dining-room
Strode the two hundred.
* No more bare arm parade ! '
Thus the stern edict said.
Into the dining-room
Strode the two hundred
' No more bare arm parade ! '
Was there a girl dismayed?
Not the' the culprit knew
She had no long sleevea.
Theirs not to make reply.
Theirs not to reason why.
Theirs but to do or fly.
Into the dining-room
Strode the two hundred.
Elbows to right of them.
Elbows to left of them,
Elbows in front of them
Peeped out and wondered.
Boldly the charge they met, —
Cuffs, glove-wrists, stockinet, —
Long sleeves all by brevet.
Into the dining-room
Strode the two hundred.
Wrinkled old cuffs and limp, —
Perverse as any imp, —
Wide cuffs and cuffs too skimp
Covered the fore-arm, while
M. B. S. wondered.
Redly the elbows bare,
'Twixt cuff and sleevelet there,
Thrust out upon the air.
What did the maidens care?
Noble two hundred !
A STUDY IN " REJECTED MANUSCRIPTS "
Brotber Bobby Loquitur
What's that we had in Lit to-day, about my namesake Bobbie Burns? — "Love
made him a poet?" Reckon I'll try it! I bet my Nell is as "handsome" as
his was. She thinks entirely too much of that Hughes fellow, though. What
right has he to be buttin' in? I reckon it's up to me to beat him. All those
old duffers we read about wrote things to their girls when they were hard hit.
I'll try their stunt, — Don't they say " Love is always the same?" Should think
a Soph in High School might come up to a Scotch farmer boy of a hundred
Gee! That's a go! She'll be tickled to death, — and won't Hughes be as
hot as blazes? Now for it:
To be with thee —
(They always say " thee," I notice,)
To be with thee
On this fine day,
Would be —
Er — er — would be — (I want to work " valentine " into it somewhere)
Would be sublime
My own dear sweet Valentine !
The dickens! That don't sound exactly right. Maybe I can do better.
Oh, here's to my Valentine true ! —
Oh, here's to my Valentine true,
And on it, sweetheart, is you
Who are always so true
That I feel— I feel—
That I feel like sending you two
And here's to my Valentine true !
That sounds dandy, anyhow. — What did you say? Wants me at the
telephone? I hope it's her.
Well, sir, it was her. She's " it," all right! Makes a fellow feel great.
That thing I wrote is too tame. Ought to have something in it about her looks.
They most always do. Her hair and her eyes, now — you know — How's this:
Your hair don't fail
To curl — like — like — a vine on a rail —
Your eyes shine like the moon
Oh, bother — moon — noon —
In the svmshine of noon !
That's a mess, sure. Better keep to the other tack:
My thoughts are of you —
And of nobody else —
Without you, what should I do? —
Do? do? How do I know what I would do?
I couldn't eat, I couldn't sleep.
My ! but I should be blue !
That's the best ever. I'll send her that. Bet old Hughes isn't turning on
the poetry machine.
Oh, blazes! here's mother and she wants some of that old tea. Wonder
why she can't remember to order it. Don't see why they can't let a fellow alone
when he's writing poetry, anyhow. I was just getting under way, fine, — genius
burning and all that. Like as not I'll lose my inspiration, but I reckon I'll
have to go.
Don't that girl beat the world? There she was as big as life, standing on
the drug-store corner with Hughes, — and blamed if she even looked my way !
She don't get any lovey-dovey verses this trip. She isn't worth it. But I'll write
her a valentine, yet, — and it'll be a scorcher. Talk about " Love " making a
poet. I'm just bursting with poetry, now!
[Prolonged silence, broken only by the scratching of the pen.]
Phew! I believe I'd rather saw wood, — but here it is, and I'm going to
mail it right quick.
I liked you once, but never more;
I'll tell you why, you are such a bore!
You think you are just the only one,
But there are others who are in for fun.
I know a girl with great big eyes.
And just as fine as pumpkin pies.
So now you see, there are others too
Can make me glad, so you " skidoo !"
(Speakers — the Two Dogs.]
" Pompey, I have just been thinking
What a peaceful world 'twould be,
If these girls were turned to bronze ones,
Perched aloft like you and me."
" You are right, 'twould save much ear-ache.
Caused by human sharps and flats; —
Still our peace would not be perfect:
Even then, there are — the cats ! "
f rt^ Pr0p00al
Yo sho do lub me honey.
I seen hit in yo eye —
Hit lit up kinder sudden
When yo handed me dat pie.
En speakin' ob pie, Mirandy,
I ax you dis t'ing, plaze
Bake me anudder lak hit, —
Hit sho did strike my tas'e.
Y' know I ain't been shif less
Lak mos' dese udder coons
What stan' all day on de co'ners
D' ain't nuthin' but wuthless loons.
I got yo a little cabin
Down on Briarwood creek;
We'll lib dar erione jes' lubbin,
All cozy en quiet en meek.
Mammy ben down dar er sweepin'
En dustin' up a spell ;
She strew hit roun' wid flowers
En wash off de new paint smell.
I seen Brudder Brown yistiddy
He'll hitch us up rite good.
De winter am comin', honey,
So I hauled up a load er wood.
I done fix t'ings all ready
I sho hab done my part.
Put yo arras aroun' me, Mirandy,
En gimme dat sweet little heart.
(With Apologies to Kenyon Cox)
Work for money: don't paint or sing or carve
The work thou lovest, though the body starve.
Who works for love, receives the scorn of men;
Who works for fame, will see it wane again.
Work for the gold's sake then, 'twill surely be
That all the rest will quickly come to thee.
©a Jamip iitinnalJi
Hoot, mon! I've writ ye poetry
And sighed for ye so sair,
But now I'm thinkin' 'tis me turn
To show I dinna care.
So, lad, ye'U see the nose of me
Disdainful, upward tilted,
And it's new roses in me cheeks
I'll get for those ye've wilted.
I wisht ye wasna quite sae fair
For then 'tis small I'd pine —
Ah! Jamie, carn't ye smile a wee
And let the sun to shine?
— Marie Bowles.
iiarg lal&mtn Alumna ABanrmtton
Mrs. Sallie Spears Hicks, Wilmington, North Carolina
Mrs. Jennie McCue Marshall, Staunton, Virginia
Miss Margaret McChesney, Staunton, Virginia
Miss Janet Woods, Staunton, Virginia
Alabama ..... Mrs. Clara McCaw Simms
California - - - . . Miss Ida Jordan Brown
North Carolina .... Miss Mildred Watkins
South Carolina - Mrs. Nettie H. Holmes and Mrs. Eva Baker Irvine
District of Columbia - . . . Miss M. Ella Moore
Georgia ..... Mrs. Emma Luman Bell
Illinois ..... Mrs. Linda McClure Chase
Kentucky . . - Miss Mary Smallhouse and Miss Flora Firor
Louisiana ..... Miss Mary Forman
Maryland ..... Miss Helen Mae Bridges
Missouri .... Mrs. Grace Kemper Toll
Mississippi ..... Mrs. Sadie Van Lear Cowan
Nebraska .... Mrs. Mary Coalter McAlister
New York . Mrs. Kate Smith Gibbs and Mrs. Kate Johnson Bastianelli
Ohio - - - . . Mrs. Nellie Thomas Summers
Pennsylvania .... Miss Nina Ravenscroft
Tennessee ..... Mrs. Mary Andes Dooley
Minnesota - . . . . Mrs. Eva McCue Baker
Florida ..... Mrs. Maggie Morton Le Fils
Virginia - Mrs. Fannie Smith Effinger and Mrs. Lucy Bailey Henneberger
Missionary ...... Miss Janet Houston
Annual fH^^ttng nf Alnmn^p AaHflnatt0n
T the annual meeting of the Mary Baldwin Seminary Alumnae
Association on September 14, 1906, in the parlors of the
Mary Baldwin Seminary, a motion was made, seconded and
carried that a leaflet be sent to all members of the Associa-
tion and other Alumnae of the Seminary, setting forth in some meas-
ure the aims of the Association and the work it has done and is
The committee was appointed, whose report hereby follows:
The object of the Alumnte Association is to cherish and perpetu-
ate that feeling of loyalty to her Alma Mater, which beats in the
heart of every daughter of the Seminary, and to engender that same
loyalty in the hearts of the daughters of the daughters.
To which end the Association has bent its energies first, to
bringing together at its annual meetings as many of the old girls as
possible, that they may renew the happy memories of their school-
days; second, in order that the coming generation may be instilled
with the same spirit which imbues their mothers, aunts, and cousins,
all members are urged to disseminate their own enthusiam throughout
their circle of young acquaintances. By so doing, they would uphold
the arms of the Institution and insure to her the presence of pupils
whose loyalty would be an inheritance.
As there are a number of such ambitious young girls, who
cannot afford a higher education, it is the plan of the Association to
devote its dues other than the necessary current expenses, to the
endowment of scholarships.
At the present time the scholarship fund is only sufficient to
maintain one girl — a day pupil — who, perforce, must be selected
from the town of Staunton. During the past eight years three girls
have received their education by means of this scholarship. But, if
the old girls from every State would arouse themselves, form local
chapters, and bring into the Association every old Seminary girl in
that State, it would be possible for each Southern and Middle State
to endow its own scholarship and send a pupil to the Seminary. Think
what a pillar of strength it would be, not only to our Alma Mater to
enroll some twenty or more such ambitious young women, but also
to the State, to which they return thoroughly equipped for the battle
With a small effort on the part of each Alumna such a consum-
mation might easily be effected. The dues are comparatively small
— one dollar on enrollment and fifty cents per year thereafter. All
that is necessary to put one's self in touch with this movement is to
write to the Corresponding Secretary of the Home Association, Miss
Margaret McChesney, 212 Kalorama Street, Staunton, Virginia,
enclosing name for enrollment and fee.
Any member has a right and is urged to form a local chapter by
calling together all ex-pupils of the Seminary in her vicinity, organiz-
ing them into a chapter and sending their names together with
enrollment fees and a report of such organization to Miss Margaret
McChesney; such report to be sent in one month previous to the
The following students enrolled this year are daughters — or granddaugh-
ters — of former students.
NAME OF DAUGHTER MAIDEN NAME OF MOTHER
Gretchen McCue Bell Elizabeth Wilson
Ruth Bradley Lillie G. Lightfoot
Mary Ellen Denham Mamie Simkins
Katherine Effinger Fannie Smith
Emily Gilkeson j Cora Finley
Margaret Gilkeson ) •'
Mary Preston Hanger Emma Hogshead
Ann Henderson Adella Dickens
Ellen Moore Howison Anne Hotchkiss
Martha Irwin Mary Ott
Bessie Kelly Alice Reid
Kate Leftwich Kate Herr
Elizabeth McCue [Grandmother] Elizabeth Mish
Helen Gibbs Moore EUabel Gibbs
Clara King Nelson Mamie Dyer
,, ,, X, . ( Kate McCall
Lilla Dale Nichols | t • t~> i
c .,. , , > Jennie Dale
Sara Nichols )
Margaret Nottingham Maggie Bailey
Lucile Payne Ina Ast
Elizabeth Pancake Margaret Gilkeson
Susan Brotherton Philips Helen Brotherton
Rebecca Plowden Margaret Louise Rodgers
Louise Priddie - Nina V. Wiess
Emily Robinson [Grandmother] Laura Taylor
-, • rr.- i_ 1 I ( Lizzie H. Wilson
Nannie limberlake )
Sue Varden Mollie Winger
Gladys Walker Emily Sweet
Margaret Weller Margaret Taylor
Edith Wright Mary Van Lear Shunk
lExtrartH Jrnm tljF IFnmgti iHatl.
[Through the kindness of friends we are able to give the following interesting bits of news
from distant girls.]
[BY POSTAL CARD)
Kobe, Japan, October 10th.
Dear Miss Mattoon :
Can you imagine me this close to China? Well, truth is stranger than
fiction, you know. I built my "castles" in China long ago, and it seems quite
natural to be going to live in them.
Via Chin kiang, China,
Nov. 30th, 1907.
My Dear Miss Weimar:
It seems such a long, long time since I have heard from "The Sem.," and
it is a very long time since I have written, I know, though I believe hardly a
day passes that I do not think of you all. The days are spent very much as
they used to be in my four school years— in study— though the "weariness to
flesh" is greater now, as I haven't the variety of different class-work and I still
have to stand examinations on the Chinese language. I was the first vic-
tim of the new rule in our mission. Isn't it too bad.? Besides the language-
study, I have a share in our dispensary work now, Tuesdays and Fridays. Of
course, I didn't know a thing about it before, but I am learning to treat the sim-
pler women's and children's cases. They have the greatest confidence in my
wise looks and are entirely satisfied if their pulse is only felt ! And that is "all
the good" I am yet.
Cornelia Morgan arrived in China last October, and is stationed at
Yang Chow, on the canal — south of us. I haven't seen her yet, but have in-
vited her up for Christmas and hope she'll be able to come. China is slowly ac-
cumulating a number of the alumnae. Did you have a fine meeting at James-
town? Thank you so much for the notice of it that reached me last summer.
We have just passed a very truly "Thanksgiving" Day, The famine is
really over, leaving few ill effects. The fall crops have been good. The people
are most grateful and friendly to us for the foreign help, speaking of the good-
ness of you friends in the home-land in coming to the rescue, when so many of
the Chinese who were able, didn't lift a finger.
As ever yours,
JosEY N. Woods.
[From Sadie Smith, M. B. S. 1902-1907.]
S. S. Tennyson, [En route for Brazil]
December 16, 1907.
Just over the old Equator — Bump!
Well, this is "Father Neptune's Day." We crossed the Equator early
this morning and such a celebration as we had before lunch. Fun was not in it !
The Purser, a jolly fat old Scotchman, dressed up as Neptune — in a rather warm
costume for a water god — with a long flowing beard made of rope. Mrs. Nep-
tune was the Second Steward, who had on a white dress belonging to one of the
passengers. Then there were three policemen. They looked very funny too,
carrying great big clubs. These were passengers who had crossed the line be-
fore. The Doctor was dressed up in a stove-pipe hat and a long-tailed coat and
he looked very old and dignified with his white (cotton) mustache and beard,
and blackened face and hands. Two of the funniest men were barbers. Just
to look at them was enough to make any one laugh.
The procession marched around the upper deck and then down to the
steerage deck. The god and goddess were seated on the hatchway and the
others stood around at their command. Just at one side of this gathered assem-
bly was the pool. This was constructed of planks with a large canvas nailed in-
side, and was filled with briny water by turning on the hose. I'm glad I did
not have to test it.
The ladies were called on first. Miss Kuhl, an elderly lady, went down,
spoke to the god Neptune, received her passport (a slip of paper on which was
written a few words appropriate to the person receiving it) and came up. The
audience was lined up at the rail of the promenade deck, while the victims went
down the steps to the ordeal on the deck below.
I was the first of the girls to be called down. I went bravely enough,
but refused to sit in "Father Neptune's" chair, or rather his "company chair,"
for fear the attentive members of his court might gently pull the chair out from
under me. After answering the funny questions asked by Neptune, I was turned
over to the Doctor. The black rubbed off his hands, and I politely informed
him that his hands were soiled, and asked him if he would please wash them.
But he went on with my case. "Stick out your tongue." I did. Then he rubbed
his hands on my forehead, and felt my pulse, all the while leaving black marks
whereever his fingers touched. He gave me a pill, — soap, covered with quinine
-but I threw that into the pool, and made a face at him. Then he said my
case was a very bad one, and rubbed a piece of orange peeling on my face. At
last I was given my passport and a lock of Neptune's beautiful "ropey" beard.
There were nine ladies who all went through the same thing more or less and
then came the boys' turn!
The first young man was led by the "cops" to his cabin to prepare for
the fight. While he was gone the barbers made ready for him. One
sharpened an enormous wooden razor on a long piece of canvas for a strop.
The other mixed flour and water in a pan with a paint brush for a shaving
brush. Then came the victim in a pair of white pajamas, barefooted and ready
to take the worst on the program. After a talk with Neptune, Mrs. Neptune
grabbed him and tried to kiss him, almost mashing his head. He was next
turned over to the doctor who felt his pulse, sprayed water over him, blacked his
face a little, felt his pulse again, rubbed soap in his mouth, and finally passed
him on to the barbers. They made him sit on the edge of the pool, rubbed his
head and face over with the flour and water, shaved (?) him with the wooden
razor and at last tipped him suddenly over into the pool, head foremost. All
the men were treated after the same fashion, except that some had salts put in
their mouths, rum or ammonia poured over their heads, and an egg broken over
the top of it all ! They ended up by putting every one into the pool except old
Neptune and the Secretary.
Dear Miss Weimar:
I wish, oh ! how I wish that you were all here with me in this quaint old-
world place, for you would enjoy it hugely, even if you thought (as I do) that
you would not wish to stay forever.
Oxford is very much more impressive than London, for the reason that
it is absolutely English and old at that, while London is to a large extent like
all big cities — cosmopolitan rather than national.
Nothing new could possibly have the atmosphere, the indescribable
something, that these old, old piles of colleges have — with their moss-grown,
weather-worn walls and half defaced carvings, sprawled over by creeper and ivy
— such quantities of ivy everywhere -over the walls and trees — over the build-
ings, towers and gateways. So much greenery everywhere — laurel and ever-
green, and roses still blooming, although I've nearly perished of cold, — it's so
damp and penetrating. But the plants seem to thrive, for they are big and
green and dense, so the whole effect is almost tropical. I'm fairly wild about
the holly hedges, great high things with red berries twinkling in the cracks.
Of the colleges, Christ Church is to me the most impressive, with its
beautiful old cathedral and wonderful dining hall. They say it is the second
most impressive in England. The ceiling is very lofty and the walls are hnng,
row on row, with paintings, some of them by great men, of illustrious Christ
Church men from the time of Queen Elizabeth. One of them, a Romney portrait
of John Wesley, impressed me particularly.
One of the towers of the College — "Tom Tower" — has in it bells which
ring one hundred and one times, at nine-five p. m., commemorating the number
of original scholars "on the foundation." They have rung so (really a fearful
din' ! ) for centuries except on one night a few years ago when the present Duke
of Marlborough came of age. There was a large ball at Blenheim Castle to
which all the students were invited (the Duke was a Christ Church man.) The
Dean would not let them go. In their rage they tore up the whole place,
among other things cutting the bell ropes. So the next day they were all
"gated," which, being translated, means shut up in their own grounds for some
The whole arrangement of Colleges and work is very different from the
American way. Each College is a body quite by itself. Some of them have a
hundred or two students and vary from year to year, but All Souls, with a great
pile of buildings, a library and chapel, and so forth, all of its own, has and can
have only Jive "fellows." They have tutors and chaplains and choristers, and
any amount of servants simply for five men. Fancy the heavenly quiet of their
I have missed the Virginia autumn very much. It is very cold and
gloomy and rainy in England in the fall — and the houses are horribly cold —
America for comfort, even if we have no old, old buildings with historical bales.
Yours very sincerely,
Ellen Coalter Bates,
Mary Lou Bell
Mary Preston Hanger
Our Drawing Class
On Monday and Wednesday morning we have our drawing class
taught by Miss Meetze. We drew a pitcher this morning; we have
drawn a banana, a candlestick, an onion, and some flowers. On
Thanksgiving morning we had to draw a picture for Thanksgiving.
I drew a tree and some pumpkins. I like drawing very much. When
we draw good things, Miss Meetze hangs them on the wall for every
body to see and admire.
Winifred Virginia Eisenberg,
(Seven years old)
I went to Sunday School and knew my golden text. My teacher
is Mrs. Lewis, and I like her very much. I did not stay to church,
because I was tired.
After dinner some of my little friends came to see me and we
colored papers with crayons.
Mary Catharine Holt,
(Eight years old).
A lady came to our house one morning with a little kitten and
asked us if it was our kitten. Mother said it was not, so she took it
back to her house. When I was coming home from school I heard a
cat cry, but I did not know where it was. I looked around, and
there it was on the street. I picked it up and it crawled up on my
shoulder. I took it home and gave it some milk. It was little and
now it is a grown cat. It is about three years old. We call it White-
foot, because all its feet are white.
Mary Preston Hanger,
(Nine years old).
An M. 1. ^. Stnaat
THere'8 to the school of blob esteem,
XTbat's in a Qwnn^ clime;
IHere's to tbe best in all tbe Soutb,
^be one we'll love all tbe time,
lbete'6 to tbe girls we qo witb now,
Ibere's to tbe teacbets, too;
Ibete's to tbe scene of bapptest ba^^s,-
®lb JSalbwtn, bete's to ^oul
"A Jest's prosperity lies in the ear of him that hears it;
Never in the tongue of him that makes it.
To some it doubtless will seem base
In me, to speak in slighting tones
Of what is often called a " case "
And causes such heart-rending moans.
Foi some this state of mind is good
And their improvement's really great,
While others hardly touch their food
And look as if they sat up late.
Chalmers seems all in Ernest now,
And kindly looks on all the world;
With word or look she never Cutts,
And keeps her hair so nicely curled!
Anne Lebby once seemed rather poor,
But now all good things come her way;
For as soon as Nichols enters her door
Payne and want no longer stay.
Alice Hazzard has lost her mind.
Pierced, as she thinks, with Cupid's darts,
But some day she'll her senses find
And not waste so much time on Hartz.
One marvelous change we're glad to note:
While once, to read she'd not endure,
Lilla now tries to learn by rote,
That attractive volume called " McCluer."
A lai ir^am
Once upon a morning snowy, — chill and cheerless, bleak and blowy —
As I sat in chapel dreaming of the feast the night before.
While I thought of chafing-dishes, suddenly there came a swish, as
Of silken skirts a-rustling, — softly rustling o'er the floor.
" 'Tis Miss W.," — I shuddered, — " coming o'er the chapel floor, —
Only she and nothing more."
How distinctly I remember, that night in our own bed-chamber.
When the flicker of a candle, spread its light upon the floor!
With no thought of future sorrow, free from shadow of the morrow.
Had we stirred the milk and chocolate, — chocolate for the toothsome fudge,-
For the brown and creamy substance that is known to all as fudge,—
Merely this and nothing more.
When a creepy sound uncertain, like the rustling of a curtain.
Deep had thrilled me, — filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before.
Now, in vain, to still the beating of my heart, I kept repeating
" 'Twas the midnight wind entreating entrance at my chamber door, —
Not Miss W. entreating entrance at my chamber door —
'Twas the wind — and nothing more."
So, to break the silence yearning, boldly to Miss W. turning, —
" Sir," said I — "or rather. Madam — pardon me, I do implore.
Last night as I lay a-napping, came a very gentle tapping.
As of some one softly rapping, rapping at my chamber door;
And I fear perhaps a burglar was outside my chamber door, —
Surely that and nothing more ! "
Deep into my eyes a-peering, long she stood there smiling, jeering,
Knowing that I lied to her as girls had lied before.
" Girl," she said, " as I was napping, I too, thought I heard a rapping,
And I softly went a-tapping, over to your bed-room door.
'Twas no burglar's light that vanished underneath your silent door, —
Yours it was and nothing more."
Of such fancies I must cure you, and from future frights insure you.
Lest midnight fudge again allure you, in the Infirmary I'll immure you;
Just a week, — and nothing more."
Wljn'a Wliat at M. S. §>.
The Most Popular The Girl with the "Box."
The Biggest "Knocker" The Radiator
The Worst Bore The Soirees
The Most Brazen The Breakfast Bell
The Brightest Lights Around "Memorial"
The Saddest "Office"
The Neatest Any One's Room on Saturday
The Bluest Monday
The Most Attractive Main Street
The Most Monotonous Lessons
The Most Talkative Money
The Most Silent Rubber Heels
The Most Sociable "Whisky"
The Most Stylish The Uniform Hat
M. B. S. R. R. MAIN LINE.
Schedule in effect Sept. 5, May 26. Subject to change without notice.
Breakfast Flier *7:30 a. m.
Often late in starting but usually makes up time on the way. Sleepers
from terminals. *8:00a. m. Saturdays and Sundays.
Chapel Accommodation 8:40 a. m.
Mixed train, passengers and freight. Stops on flag at way stations.
Mail and Express 4: 00 p. m.
Observation Car, Cafe Car. All first-class coaches. Extra fare on train.
Sunset Excursion 6:00 p. m. daily
Late Local 9: 30 p. m. daily.
Candle Light Special 12:00 (midnight.)
Connects with all branches. Short cut via tunnels. Specially guarded
against wreck. Through sleepers, dining and buflFet cars. May be taken off
without notice on orders from Main Office.
Office Limited 9: 30 a. m.
Chair Cars only. Extra fare.
Uniform Express Excursion > -'._ '
■^ ^ ) 7:45 p. m.
Observation Car, sleepers. Through passengers only. No stops at way
E. C. W.
General Passenger Agent.
Mr. King — "A truer, nobler, trustier heart, more loving or more loyal — ^
never beat within a human breast."
Y. W. C. A. Cabinet — " Living jewels dropp'd unstained from heaven."
Gretchen Bell — " Content thyself to be obscurely good."
Annie Tillery — " Let me play the fool! "
Kate Earle — "I loved her well, I would have loved her better,
Had love been met with love."
Nell Carrington — " Be good, sweet child, and let who will be clever."
Sara Nichols — "A rosebud, set with little wilful thorns."
Eloise Morrison — " Unthinking, idle, wild and young,"
Mary Lou Dull — - " L'enfant terrible."
Mary Bell Crittenden — "A being found to amuse her graver friends,"
E, Puller — "Gone, but not forgotten,"
Emily Robinson — " Can we ever have too much of a good thing.''"
Dorothy Graves — " Ez to my principles, I glory in havin' nothin' o' the
Alice Hazzard — " No true love there can be
Without it's dreaded penalty — jealousy,"
"The Hagerstowns" — "War, war, is still the cry, war even to the knife!"
Linn — " After all, what is a lie.? 'Tis but the truth in masquerade,"
Mary Belle Hobson — " Eyes of unholy blue."
Annie Lebby — " Hold the fort for I am coming! "
Matilda Omwake — " With study pale and midnight vigil's spent."
Gertrude Garden — " She has eaten me out of house and home."
Laura Lettie Smith — " All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy."
Bess Chenoweth — " The heart to dare, the will to do."
Lilla N. — " Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale her infinite variety."
Ruth Bradley — " 'Twas certain she could write, and cipher, too."
Claudia Fraser — " Blessed are the meek."
Bessie Kelly — " She is a winsome wee thing."
Thalia Gillet — "I never dare to be as funny as I can."
Mary Thompson — " Of all our parts, the eyes express
The sweetest kind of bashfulness."
Marie Easley — " Her sunny locks hang on her temples like a golden fleece."
Virginia Mish — " The brightness of her cheeks would shame the stars."
Anna Apgar — " She looks as clean as morning roses newly washed with dew."
Fluffy Ruffles — " The glass of fashion and the mould of form.
The observed of all observers."
M. B. S. Cases — " Knowest thou the land where the lemon trees bloom?"
Sue Dishman — "One vast substantial smile."
Midnight Feasts — " So comes a reck'ning when the banquet's o'er,
The dreadful reck'ning, and men smile no more."
Helen Campbell — " Her stature tall; I hate a dumpy woman."
Cecilia Payne — " Give every man thine ear but few thy voice."
History Class Under Miss R. — "They spake not a word: but like dumb
statues or breathing stones, star'd on each other and look'd deadly pale ! "
Mother Chase — " Thou hast the sweetest face I ever looked on : as I have
a soul, she is an angel."
Chalmers and Ernestine — " Hear it not, ye stars! "
Faculty — " Drest in a little brief authority."
Editors — " 'Tis pleasant, sure, to see one's name in print."
No more sleeping
Through the early dawn,
No more " casing "
On the college lawn;
No more reading
No more dreaming
Of the summer-time.
Settle down to " cramming "
Virgil's flowing verse.
Mind and memory growing
Every minute worse.
Virginia has a jolly dad,
Whose fame we all well know;
He followed her to school one day
And gave us all a show.
He told his jokes and griefs and cranks,
And entertained us so
That all the girls and teachers laughed.
In time with his banjo.
Lilla, she took anti-fat,
And Maggie, anti-lean.
And so to-day they, both of them,
Are comely to be seen.
There is a girl in our school.
And she is wondrous wise ;
At morn she studies and at night —
She'll sure put out her eyes.
The scholarships she takes with ease,
And finishes every book,
Of course, you know the girl I mean,
Is Mabel Hardenbrook.
Miss Anne's a maid from Trenton-town,
She keeps dear Bobby trotting 'round.
She borrowed a plume
And in beauty did bloom.
But alas ! for borrowing (?) was called down !
Annie Lebby everyone knows.
By all her acts, good nature shows;
She is always sunny, happy and bright,
And ever ready to say "all right !"
M. B. H.
A §trangr ®trl
^i>£-. ^•.: ;■-"--
IT is a ffirl, hut who can it he? aiul wliv is she so
dressed at this time of the day?'" A crowd of gills
stood gazing out of a window.
"Why, chihi, that can't be one of our giils, for
don't you see how she stands looking toward the sti'eet?"
"That is certainly not a visitor, for she setins to be in
a deep study and she is paying no attention to any of the
gii'ls in front of her."
" Well, some one had better tell her that she must not
stand there watching the street, for people ])assing will think she is trying to
attract their attention."
"O! I understand, it is one of the gii-ls liaving her picture taken. Don't
yon see? Virginia has a kodak in her hand, and all the rest are watching her."
"She surely must be the beloved of all; for look at the crowd of girls
around her now, and — see! they are having their pictures taken with their
arms around her."
" Well, I wish I could make out who she is. Her
clothes look mighty familiar, but she seems so dig-
nified that I cannot imagine who it cjin be."
"If she isn't the queerest girl I ever saw! All
this time she has not moved a hand, nor turne<l her
.Just then in rushed a girl breathlessly panting:
" Do you see that figure over on Memorial porch? Would vou ever have
thought that it was just — a dummy?"
mh but i£nxt
Quiet reigned in the diniiig-nmin
When suddenly we heard a l)o()ni,
" What is it? What's that?" the silly girls cry.
And all to see the excitement try.
Nnw Anne is a girl both tall and tat;
Her chair wouldn't stand for all of that.
So it creaked a creak that was full of mystery.
And deserves to be handed down in history.
Down on the floor the maiden w ent,
And the meal was neglected by all, intent
On the lass just rising from utider the table,
Who bhishingly stammered, " It's awful, Mabel!"
When all this happened to Anne, so bold.
Our teacher was absent, — our pattern, our mold;
Without her restraint we laughed loud and long.
But were later <-onvinced that this was all wrong.
When teachers are absent, laid up with the grippe,
A damsel her chair never, never should tip.
Nor "swipe" from the table, nor giggle with glee,
For actions like these simply cannot hi:.
A teacher, though lost, will soon return.
Herself with these things she'll surely concern;
And on Saturday morning, 1 will be bound.
The naughty girls will in "otfice" be f(UiiRl.
WANTED.— Longer nights and shorter
days. M-T-LD- MW-K-
WANTED.— A few original Jokes.
WANTED.— French Coach. Compe-
tent persons only need call.
— L-CT- D- P-GH.
B- - KD-F-D-T-RS.
WANTED.— ISO persons to have their
WANTED.— The measles. M. B. S.
fortunes told. Ten cents — one dime !
MME — NN- - T-LL-RY.
WANTED.— A "GUARD."
P- - L- N- GR- - DR.
WANTED.— The Gym closed.
WANTED.— Red silk handkerchief.
MLLE MR- - T.
L-LL- - N H-RR-S-N.
WANTED.— Stronger chairs for
WANTED.— Remedy for " Cutts."
— NN- S- - L-R.
WANTED.— To know if the bell has
WANTED.— A switch.
WANTED.— A larger "rat."
K-Tri-R-N- STR- - T.
WANTED.— A clock for
L- - R- SMTH.
Lost and Found Lost and Found
LOST. — Pipes. If found, please return
to M-RYB-LL H-B-S-N.
LOST— At Church Parlors,— My rep-
utation. M-RY B-YD — Y-R.
LOST.— Cooking Utensib. Finder
please return to
J-N-S and D-ST- - G-R.
LOST— At Skating Rink, three hearts.
Sorely in need of them.
C-TTS; PL-, N-X.
LOST.— The "charge" from the inside
of a Fire Ebctinguisher. Liberal reward
to any one who will put it back where it
belongs. M. B. CR-TT-ND-N.
FOUND.— A " Mann." Loser can get
same by calling on
S-D- - H-BL-ST-N.
FOUND.— A Lamb.
FOUND. — A preparation for extin-
guishing rats. Sample free.
FOUND.— That skipping does not pay.
FOUND.— Revised Rules on good be-
havior and proper conduct. Catalogue
sent free. P. C.'S., M. B. S.
THROUGH BORROWED SPECTACLES.
**0 wad some pov^er the giftie gie us
To see oursel's as ithers see us !'*
She thinks Chief She wonts , Probably Usually
she is Attraction > to be will be i Found
Blase Coiffure Imitated ' A fashion Before her
Q.O.M.B.SL Goo^ Admired jA "flirtee" 1 Tal^^f *"
Fat Hair A debutante ^^hi^*^ In Sky High
Mouth ! With Jack With him ^^^^
Smitten ! Winning Twenty- ^^^^ With Spott
ways one "^
Dying Feet Watwtown At home WithRachel
Figure At W. & L. At M. B. S. Giggling
Constant' Profile A Pet 'A little less! Spooning
A saint Sweet smile ^.^^i^^^^y j One In Y.M.C.A.
"Astute" Hair Happy A Pole Skipping
Tj u^A Curly . (..„_ A chorus Curling her
^"*^ locks (?) A Star ^.^^ j^J
An example Her manner g^ng^^i^g There
Cute i Snort "N^xie" ^^°°^
No. 7 Hill
Imposed on Herself An aCress ! A l^y'^ Rehearing
THROUGH BORROWED SPECTACLES
She thinks Chief She wants Probably Usually
she is Attraction to be i will be Found
Unlucky Playing ! Loved [ ^^^gi^,^ Waiting
Smitten Dancing . Rich
Intellectual Hair [ A Graduate
An old maid
A serenade! Nose A sensation Sought after
"It" ■ Eyes
Sm^s^er ^ spinster
In the midst
Grown up Complexion
A fat lady
Funny ; Her laugh
REMARKABLE REM ED Y.— Side-
Splitters for the Blues. Dealer: M. B.
IT'S ALL THE RAGE.— Learn the Art
of Sneezing. MLLE. MARY STEELE
gives lessons at all hours.
HOSIERY ! HOSIERY !! — All the
latest Styles. NICHOLS & SAILOR,
leading firm at M. B. S.
COME ONE, COME ALL.— The sale is
now on. Hair Rats. ANNE SAILOR
has them. Not returnable.
WHY NOT?— Learn the Art of Flirting.
MLLES. HULL & LINDLEY. Consult
them while on the Terrace.
SHE KNOWS IT ALL.— For facts fur-
nished concerning all subjects. Special-
ties — Civil War and Ancestors.
When in doubt as to BREAKFAST
FOODS, consult MISSES MacINNES and
BREWSTER. They've tried them all.
GET FAT QUICK!
Jaunty air and swaggering walk ac-
quired at MME. TURNER'S SCHOOL.
Send for Catalogue.
Beautiful Complexions Guaranteed! —
MADAME MCDONALD'S CREAM.
Send for Circular.
NOTICE.— Marcel Wave. To be had at
all hours. LILA BESS OLIN.
LATEST SONG HIT— " Why Learn
Your Lessons?" By the eminent young
composer, DOROTHY GRAVES.
HINTS — On the training of younger
sisters. For sale in Sky High.
When in doubt as to what you are,
apply to " LAMB."
COOKING LESSONS every afternoon
in Memorial Hall. MISSES GRATTAN
ARE YOU TOO THIN?— I will help
you. Secret sent free on application to
E ROBINSON & CO.
MILITARY SCHOOL.— Special atten-
tion paid to Drilling. Terms reasonable.
Room 3, Memorial.
LIBRARY. — Choice Literature and all
Standard Novels. PROF. WILLIS.
PHYSICAL CULTURE!— PROF.
GILLETT. — Lessons given every night
after light bell.
SELECT DANCING CLASSES — at
Practice Hall. — Polka, Fandangoes, and
Merry Widow Waltzes taught. Classes
from 8 to 9 nightly.
LATEST FAD!— Tight Collars and
High Pompadours ! Come in and investi-
gate. Special Demonstrator.
ATTENTION I— Most improved method
of snoring. Apply to No. 17, Memorial.
3o Mlfnm tt iMag Olnnrpnt
THE following curious document came into our hands torn and
in part illegible. Whether the writer survived the effort
seems uncertain. Although undated and unsigned, the manu-
script may prove of some historic interest, so we append a copy,
leaving blank spaces where it could not be read.
" I, the undersigned, being a student of the Mary Baldwin Seminary, and in
my right mind and judgment, do bequeath, in this my Last Will and Testament,
to the revered and beloved Teachers of said Institution, certain of my worldly
possessions as follows: To-wit:-— First and foremost, to our endeared Principal,
I do bequeath a new Edterminator of my own invention: " Rough on Kable-ites."
To Miss Martha Riddle, all shades of departed Ck)nfederate Veterans, feeling
that she will deal gently with them.
To Miss ler, a Morris chair, — hoping that she will use it to " sit on "
instead of the girls.
To Miss Botsford, the patience of Job,
To Miss Mattoon, I leave another brother-in-law with the express desire that
she a little rest.
To Miss Hurlburt, a bottle of anti-fat to be used as necessity dictates.
To Mademoiselle, a bottle of soothing syrup, hoping that it will be taken
when most sorely needed.
To Fraulein, I bequeath with my best wishes, " First Steps in English."
To Miss , a spy-glass.
To Miss Hardy, a new red kim .
To Miss McLean, the latest novel, to occupy her eyes and time in Study
To Miss Sadie Meetze, my most devoted " case," begging her not to .
To Miss Frost, Miss 's table.
To Miss Brewster, a Teddy Bear, knowing that she will take pleasure in it.
To Miss Plumer, a pair of long white kid gloves with the injunction that
"she look before she ."
To Miss Isabel Mets, a pair of seven-league boots.
To Miss Maclnnis, — another pair.
To Miss Nannie Tate, an adding-machine for use on " stationery days. "
Moreover, I do give and bequeath to Miss Shawen all the books that we
should have liked to read ourselves, but
To Miss Streit, I leave a new supply of " red tape " with my good will.
To Miss Price, a " little consideration," since the girls never show her any.
To Mr King, I would give a good long summer vacation, with strict injunc-
tion to make use of it; a hunting horn; a white horse, and a red .
Codicil: To Mr. Johnson, I bequeath a dummy for target practice, so that
his revolver may prove more useful.
Signed and sealed, this .
[The rest of the paper is entirely missing.]
Please lend me your French exercise!
Oh, give it to me at once.
Or I'll have to tell such awful lies
To keep from seeming a dunce.
I stood in the hall at midnight
When the mice were scampering by ;
I drew my kimono closer
But uttered never a cry.
Alm0Bt a ©rag^Jig
Three little grape-fruits sitting on a sill
Along came some Kable-ites, walking up the hill;
Monday was their holiday, — they were " on a tear,"
Jumped up on the terrace — " Billy " didn't care.
Rushing to the window, the girls flung up the sash,
Grabbed in every grape-fruit — rescued in a flash.
Sudden at the portal came a sounding knock;
Quickly to the closet, the girls began to flock!
At last a girl, courageous, opened wide the door,
Met the teacher meekly — eyes upon the floor.
" Please explain, young ladies, this unseemly noise,"—
Finger stern, uplifted, pointed at the boys.
Explanations given, teacher asked to stay, —
All enjoyed the grape-fruit, but the boy, — who ran away.
Miss S. — " Marion, do ancestors come before you or after?"
Marion—" Why, after!"
J. N. — "Who is that play by, anyway?"
E. S. (turning to the last page)—" It is by Falls — Curtain Falls. Queer
name, isn't it?"
First Girl — (at the table)- " Is that girl Elizabeth Gumming or Going?"
Second Girl—" Oh, I think she is here."
An anxious student wishes to know " What is the effect of standing and
sitting on the lungs?"
A Valuable Test — " Arsenic may be detected by the odor and by the fact
that it brings many people to their death."
No Wonder People Were Intelligent — " In the time of Shakespeare the
atmosphere for learning was in the air outside the church as well as in the
In Heidelberg I bought a " stein,"
It's shape was like a friend of mine, —
You plainly see.
But anyhow we like her " fine."
First Girl — " We are to have a talk on College Settlements. What is a
College Settlement, — do you know?"
Second Girl — " Why, I believe it is a place where young professors go to get
Miss H. in Chemistry (preparing for an experiment) — " Carrie, have you
Carrie " No, Ma'am; Miss Weimar got all of mine, yesterday! "
Earnest Bible Student -" Wasn't it Abraham's wife that was turned to a
pillar of salt?"
Scornful Room-mate — " No, goosie ; it was Saul's wife."
Who asked if it was " Bedlam or the Tower of Babble, where they made so
A Matter of Shakesperian Interpretation — First Girl — " A Lmzut was a
place where diseases were kept."
Second Girl — "No; in that passage 'Lazar' refers to people playing
tennis. In the ' chase ' or efiPort to keep the ball up, they became very tired, —
that is, — lazy."
An embryo etymologist inquires if the origin of the word " weed " in its old
meaning of a garment, goes back to the fig-leaf of Eden.
D. O. is puzzled about Leap- Year. " How do they fix it, anyway? Do
they just add one more day to each month? I never could quite see through it."
There is a young girl here named T r:
These verses perhaps do concern her.
By her little waist and " golden " hair.
Her manly talk and blase air.
Most easily you can discern her.
M. 1. i*. itortnra
Abbey, Katherine Temple Kingston, N. Y.
Agee, Agnes Camden, Ark.
Anderson, Myrtle Alice Staunton, Va.
Andrews, Rebecca Rowena Staunton, Va.
Apgar, Anna Marie Trenton, N.J.
Armentrout, Marguerite Littleton -Marshall, Mo.
Armstrong, Dorothy Crawford El Dorado, Ark.
Arrain, Fay Katherine Flatonia, Texas
Ashbrook, Julia Lynn Ashbrook, Neb.
Ashbiook, Katherine Montague .Ashbrook, Neb.
Ayer, Mary Boyd Louisville, Ky.
Berry, Dorothy Bell Staunton, Va.
Berry, Winifred Reynolds Staunton, Va.
Bainbridge, Hattie Louisville, Ky.
Barco, Juanita Berenice Edwardsville, 111.
Bassell, Margaret Elizabeth.. Lost Creek, W. Va.
Bell, Elizabeth Arbuthnot .Staunton, Va.
Bell, Gretchen McCue Staunton, Va.
Bell, Jessie Walden Staunton, Va.
Bell, Mary Lou Staunton, Va.
Bell, Sarah James Staunton, Va.
Bell, Sarah Kent Dublin, Va.
Berlin, Lillian Martz Bridgewater, Va.
Berthy, Mary E. Cowen, W. Va.
Blackburn, Fay Nelson Staunton, Va.
Billick, Lida Mary Monongahela, Penna.
Boggs, Rosalie Frances Monongahela, Penna.
Borland, Racheal Weaver. Monongahela, Penna.
Bosler, Charlotte Dayton, Ohio
Bosserman, Annie Clemmer Staunton, Va.
Bowdoin, Nellie Imogene Dothan, Ala.
Bradley, Reba Beryle .Manchester, Va.
Bradley, Ruth Abbeville, Ala.
Brown, Claudine Mercedes Kansas City, Mo.
Brown, Sue Irene Kansas City, Mo.
Bryan, Katherine Titusville, Penna.
Buist, Christine Spillman Moorestown, N.J.
Burdette, Frances Hedges.. Martinsburg, W. Va.
Byers, Florence Hutchinson, Kan.
Caldwell, Emma Lee Austin, Texas
Campbell, Helen Mary Butler, Penna.
Cantelou, Mary Wetumpka, Ala.
Carpenter, Mary Roller Harrisonburg, Va.
Carrington, Nell South Boston, Va.
Chalmers, Mary Fenelon Richmond, Va.
Chenoweth, Bessie Indianapolis, Ind.
Cheeseman, Frances Sarah Richmond, Ind.
Collier, Claudia Celeste New York City, N. Y.
Connell, Alma Gertrude Staunton, Va.
Cooke, Viola Endymion Newark, N. J.
Copeland, Nannie Louise Hampton, Va.
Coleman, Birdie Elizabeth Staunton, Va.
Crackel, Carrie Marina Vincennes, Ind.
Crackel, Lula Martha Vincennes, Ind.
Crim, Lucile Philippi, W. Va.
Crittenden, Louise Greenville, Miss.
Crittenden, Marguerite Greenville, Miss.
Crittenden, Mary Belle -Greeiiville, Miss.
Crockett, Arlie Wheeler . . _ _ Centralia, Mo.
CuUingworth, Mary Phoebe Richmond, Va.
Cummings, Jennie Elizabeth.Summerfield, N. C.
Cutts, Ernestine Savannah, Ga.
Dabney, Ruth Newport News, Va.
Davidson, Margaret Ruth ..Connellsville, Penna.
Davis, Sara Richards Milford, Del.
Denham, Mary Ellen Jacksonville, Fla.
Dishman, Sue Hodge Madisonville, Ky.
Dixon, Ethel Francis Staunton, Va.
Dixon, Mary Thalia Staunton, Va.
Donaghy, Elinor Violetta East Orange, N. J.
Downer, Catherine Procia -Monongahela, Penna.
Dudley, Emma Caroline Ft. Defiance, Va.
Dudley, Jennie Mayes Washington, Va.
Duffy, Ruth Emmert Washington, D. C.
Dull, Mara Lou Connellsville, Penna.
Easley, Marie Darling South Boston, Va.
Easley, Bessie Thornton South Boston, Va.
Eaves, Mabelle Evelyn Denver, Col.
Eddins, Islay Janet Gainesville, Fla.
Edwards, Mary Louise Washington, D. C.
Effinger, Katherine Taylor Staunton, Va.
Eisenberg, Lillian AVilhelmina Staunton, Va.
Eisenberg, Luise Katherine Staunton, Va.
Eisenberg, Mary Caroline Staunton, Va.
Eisenberg, Winifred Virginia Staunton, Va.
Emmons, Marion Huntington, W. Va.
England, Doris Lucile Pittsburg, Penna.
Ferguson, Mary Scott Staunton, Va.
Firebaugh, Annie Florence Staunton, Va.
Fisk, Margaret Norris East Orange, N.J.
Folk, Martha Melissa Middlebrook, Va.
Eraser, Mary Claudia Sumter, S. C.
Eraser, Jean Staunton, Va.
Fulton, Nannie Brownlee --.Staunton, Va.
Furr, Laura Leona RoUa, Va.
Gant, Corinna Harper Burlington, N. C.
Garden, Gertrude Wheeling, W. Va.
Giles, Anna Estelle Orlando, Fla.
Qilkeson, Sarah Emily Parkersbuig, W. Va.
Gilkeson, Margaret Booker .Parkersburg, W. Va.
Gillespie, Mayola Tazewell, Va.
Gillett, Thalia Louise Del Rio, Texas
Going, Elizabeth Pryor Birmingham, Ala.
Grattan, Mary Heneberger Harrisonburg, Va.
Graves, Dorothy Washington, D. C.
Graves, Alice Josephine — Crawford, Texas
Greider, Pauline Antrim East Orange, N.J.
Grier, Martha Scott Dunbar, Penna
Grinnan, Isabel Randolph .Hendersonville, N. C.
Habliston, Sadie Richmond, Va.
Hagar, Mary Elizabeth AshlanJ, Ky.
Hamer, Elizabeth Kate Staunton, Va.
Hanger, Mary Preston Staunton, Va.
Hankins, Douglas Staunton, Va.
Hardenbrook, Mabel Leonore._Long Beach, Cal.
Harris, Maude Theus Savannah, Ga.
Harrison, Helen Holmes Flatonia, Texas
Harrison, Lilian Gorham Martinsburg, W. Va.
Haynie, Marie Louise Austin, Texas
Hays, Ida Gertrude Jackson, Tenn.
Hazzard, A. ice Johnstone Georgetown, S. C.
Hazzard, Lily Beaumont Georgetown, S. C.
Headley, Frances Carter Lexington, Ky.
Heath, Mary Port Gibson, Miss.
Heck, Elsa Georgine East Orange, N.J.
Henderson, Anne Fort Smith, Ark.
Henderson, Maggie Eldredge Staunton, Va.
Henderson, Cliffie Mabel _. Staunton, Va.
Hendon, Carolyn Edlyn Springville, Ala.
Henshaw, Nannie Elizabeth. Martinsburg,^V.Va.
Hickerson, Gena McGregor, Texas
Hobson, Mary Belle Frankfort, Ky.
Holladay, Isabel Painter Staunton, Va.
Holt, Mary Catharine Staunton, Va.
Hook, Louise Warfield Baltimore, Md.
Horrell, Hartz Pasadena, Cala.
Houchins, Flora Ellen Clifton Forge, Va.
Hover, Mary Throckmorton Denver, Colo.
Howison, Ellen Moore Staunton, Va.
Holcomb, Helen Carroll Flushing, L. I.
Hull, Lucile Canton, Penna.
Hull, Mary Lyon Augusta, Ga.
Hughes, Mary Winder New Berne, N. C.
Irwin, Martha Griffith Wheeling, W. Va.
Jackson, Susie Vileta Denver, Colo.
Johns, Druanna Uniontown, Penna.
Johns, Lucy Beach Uniontown, Pa.
Jones, Achsah Waters Washington, D. C.
Jones, Bertinia .. Kansas City, Mo.
Jones, Marsha Denver, Colo.
Jones, Mary Madison Augusta, Ga.
Kelly, Bessie Williams Norfolk, Va.
Kenan, Verda Seymour, Texas
Kette, Helen Christine Vicksburg, Miss.
Kincheloc, Ada Gibson Upperville, Va.
Kinnier, Victoria Lynchburg, Va.
Lacy, Fannie Lee Pembroke, Ky.
Lamb, Lucie Winder Norfolk, Va.
Lambert, Agnes Morton Waynesboro, Va.
Lamberton, Bessie Marie Covington, Ky.
Landes, Bessie Wallace Staunton, Va.
Lang, Irma Staritt Staunton, Va.
Lankford, Helena Staunton, Va.
La Velle, Ruth Bondurant Waynesboro, Va.
Lebby, Anne Elizabeth Summerville, S. C.
Leftwich, Kate Herr, Staunton, Va.
Le Master, Josephine Margaret. .Memphis, Tenn.
Le Moine, Mary Spottswood Petersburg, Va.
Lewis, Dorothy Byrd Denver, Colo.
Lightner, Mary Virginia Swoope, Va.
Lindley, Annie Male Pomona, N. C.
Linn, Mary Katherine Salisbury, N. C.
Linnell, Elizabeth Cochran Catskill, N. Y.
Linnell, Gertrude Baldwin Catskill, N. Y.
Lipscomb, Mary Janie Charlottesville, Va.
Luttrell, Margaret Louise Knoxville, Tenn.
Markell, Catherine Hagerstown, Md.
May, Grace Beaver Falls, Penna.
McCluer, Nelle Caroline Richmond, Va.
McCue, Bessie Ft. Defiance, Va.
McCue, Elizabeth \Wallace- -French Camp, Miss.
McCue, Helen Ft. Defiance, Va.
McCue, Mabel Ft. Defiance, Va.
McDonald, Aleta Birmingham, Ala.
McEachern, Margaret Savannah, Ga.
McFaden, Mary Richmond, Va.
McLeod, Aleine Bennettsville, S. C.
Miller, Alice Vicksburg, Miss.
Miller, Mary Ayres Indianapolis, Ind.
Miller, Virginia Lee Bon Air, Va.
Mish, Anna Virginia Middlebrook, Va.
Mitchell, Rose Elizabeth Oakland, Va.
Mohler, John Henryetta.- Rockbridge Baths, Va.
Moore, Helen Gibbs Staunton, Va.
Morrison, Dorothy Denver, Colo.
Morrison, Eloise Frances Denver, Colo.
Moseley, Leslie Fontin Mt. Hope, W.Va.
Myers, Evelyn Forrest Kankakee, 111.
Neff, Beulah Ray Staunton, Va.
Nelson, Clara King Staunton, Va.
Newton, Katie Monroe Bennettsville, S. C.
Newton, Martha Brooks Bennettsville, S. C.
Nichols, Lilla Dale Savannah, Ga.
Nichols, Sara Lamb Savannah, Ga.
Nix, Helen Dorothy New York City, N. Y.
Noel, Edna Marion Baltimore, Md.
Nottingham, Margaret Staunton, Va.
Oldham, Marie New Yorlc City, N. Y.
OHn, Lila Bess Montgomery, Ala.
Omwake, Matilda Mitchell -Waynesboro, Penna.
O'Rork, Lela James Staunton, Va.
Osenton, Daisy Rebecca ... Fayette ville, W. Va.
Osenton, Eugenia Alderson.Fayetteville, W. Va.
Overman, Dorothy Baldwin. ..East Orange, N. J.
Pancake, Elizabeth Staunton, Va.
Payne, Cecilia Montgomery, Ala.
Payne, Lucile Staunton, Va.
Peale, Margaret Read Harrisonburg, Va.
Pearcy, Ethel Pauline New Milford, W. Va.
Philips, Susan Brotherton ..Waynesboro, Penna.
Pipkin, Mary Robinson Farmington, Mo.
Plowden, Rebecca Caroline Churchville, Va.
Pole, Helen Antrim Lorraine, Ohio
Potter, Ella Lucile Staunton, Va.
Power, Emma Gaskell.- Chicago, 111.
Priddie, Louise Beaumont, Texas
Priddy, May Merriman Norfolk, Va.
de Pugh, Electa New Rochelle, N. Y.
Puller, Emily Miller West Point, Va.
Rankin, Ruth Somers Savannah, Ga.
Rawlings, Anna Louise Staunton, Va.
Rayroux, Marie Felicie Carlsbad, New Mex.
Riddle, Hester Leavenworth Norfolk, Va.
Robinson, Emily Taylor Lexington, Va.
Rohrbough, Gay ...Salem, W. Va.
Rowland, Dorothy Yonkers, N. Y.
Saffell, Onita Blaine Lawrenceville, Ky.
Sailor, Ann Wilson .Pittsburg, Penna.
Scott, Agnes Staunton, Va.
Searles, Sara Vicksburg, Miss.
Shaffer, Viola Edith Olean, N. Y.
Shepherd, Elizabeth Poston Memphis, Tenn.
Sherwood, Marion Virginia Watervliete, Mich.
Shields, Mary Mabel Seymour, Ind.
Shumate, Marion Abiline, Texas
Skinker, Clothilde Madison White Post, Va.
Skinker, Dorothy Anne White Post, Va.
Smith, Amy Dorothy Olean, N. Y.
Smith, Laura Lettie Houston, Texas
Smith, Mary Davis Clifton Forge, Va.
Smith, Nettie Waddell Staunton, Va.
Speck, Rachel Margaret Staunton, Va.
Spotts, Charlotte .. Staunton, Va.
Staley, Elizabeth Mary Hagerstown, Md.
Steele Anna K. Hutchinson, Kan.
Steele, Martha Belle Hutchinson, Kan.
Steele, Mary New York City, N. Y.
de Steiguer, Virginia Cameron, Mo.
Stone, Aimee Greenville, Miss.
Strauss, Fannie Barth Staunton, Va.
Street, Katherine Dorman Nashville, Tenn.
Switzer, Lena Virginia Philippi, W. Va.
Switzer, Virginia Watson Staunton, Va.
Swope, Mary Lou Deming, New Mex.
Tabb, Mary Argyie Staunton, Va.
Terrell, Kate Earle Birmingham, Ala.
Terrell, Margaret Steele Birmingham, Ala.
Thorn, Annie Lowmoor, Va.
Thomas, Margaret Lydia __MiIIboro Springs, Va.
Thompson, Mary Beaver Milroy, Penna.
Thornton, Pauline Taylor Austin, Texas
Thurman, Lillian New York City, N. Y.
Tidball, Nell Fayetteville, Ark.
Tidvvell, Jessie Ennis, Texas
Tillery, Annie Vyne Rocky Mount, N. C.
Tilly, Margaret Clarence Ashland, Va.
Timberlake, Elizabeth Hart Staunton, Va.
Timberlake, Nannie Fauntleroy ...Staunton, Va.
Todd, Mary Evelyn Shelbyville, Ky.
Townsend, Florence M. Washington, D. C.
Tredway, Evelyn Byrd Chatham, Va.
Tucker, Gertrude Amelia Raleigh, N. C.
Tucker, Marie Octavia Raleigh, N. C.
Turner, Dorothy Caldwell Norfolk, Va.
Vance, Margaret ...Newark, N.J.
Van Story, Mary Carolyn Greensboro, N. C.
Varden, Susan Cecilia Mercersburg, Penna.
Walker, Gladys Faxon Staunton, Va.
Walker, Margaret Robson Staunton, Va.
Walton, Mildred Bryan Albemarle, La.
Wayman, Lelia Cassell Staunton, Va.
Webster, Hester Estelle Cambridge, Md.
Weller, Margaret Staunton, Va.
Welling, La Dusca Helen Chicago, 111.
Westermann, Margaret Luise Attica, N. Y.
Whiteside, Irene Louise Chattanooga, Tenn.
Wholey, Loretta Staunton, Va.
Wiebel, Ruth Helen Hagerstown, Md.
Willis, Mary Josephine Shelbjrville, Ky.
Wilson, Harriet New Ferry, Va.
Willson, Janet Brown Staunton, Va.
Wilson, Rafalia Olivia .Gainesville, Fla.
Wine, Mary Elizabeth Staunton, Va.
Wise, Laura Ward Staunton, Va.
Wood, Nellie Thompson Amherst, Va.
Woods, Mary Hume, 111.
Wright, Edith Graham Willianasport, Md.
Wyse, Anna Belle Staunton, Va.
Wyse, Virginia Grace Staunton, Va.
Yocom, Margaret Tacoma, \A^ash.
Yocom, Elizabeth... Tacoma, Wash.
Young, Isabel Allen Delaware, Ohio
Young, Lelia May Bodley, Va.
Young, Viola Skene Peru, Ind.
Zerkle, Edith Chilton St. Albans, W. Va.
September 5 — Opening of School.
September 7 — Clothes Pin Party in New Building.
September 14 — Y. W. C. A. Reception to New Girls.
September 28 — Mrs. Ogilvie, of St. Louis, entertained Miss Weimar and her
former Teachers of the M. B. S.
October 4— Mary Baldwin's Birthday.— Rain.— Z. T. Z. Feast.
October 11 — Stonewall Brigade Band at Beverley Theatre.
October 18 — Supper at Second Presbyterian Church.
October 26 — Faculty Recital.
October 29-31— Festival of Holidays at Y. M. C. A.
October 30 — Wedding of Miss Timberlake.
October 31 — Hallowe'en — Y, W. C. A. Entertainment.
November 2 — Delta Sigma Phi Initiation and Banquet.
November 8 — Schubert String Quartette in Chapel.
November 9 — Alpha Sigma Alpha Initiation and Banquet. — C. O. D, Feast.
November 22 — King's Daughters' Benefit in Chapel.
November 30 — Alpha Delta Phi Initiation and Banquet.
December 7 — German in Gymnasium.
December 14 — " Pyramus and Thisbe."
December 19 — Christmas Holidays began.
January 2 — School resumed.
January 17 — Hutcheson Recital at the Y. M. C. A. Auditorium.
January 19 -Lee-Jackson Celebration in the Beverley Theatre.
January 25 — Chapter Delta of the Literary Society gave a Burns Program. K.
F. C. Feast.
January 31 — Professor Hamer's Soiree.
February 1 — " The Hour-Glass," given by Miss Frost's Pupils.
February 7 — Uuiversity of Virginia Dramatic Club at Beverley Theatre.
February 12 — Schelling Recital in Y. M. C. A. Auditorium,
February 14 — " Mr. Bob," by Miss Frost's Pupils.
February 15 — Lecture by Professor Kent of the University of Virginia.
February 21 — " Dr. Luke of the Labrador," Dramatic Recital by Miss Kath-
February 28 — Professor Eisenberg's Soiree. Woodberry Forest Glee Club.
March 13 — Holiday.
March 14 — Lecture by Professor Kent.
March 20 — Adelaide Thurston in " The Girl from Out Yonder " in Beverley
March 27 — Lecture by Professor Kent.
April 6 — Holiday.
April 10 — Miss Frost's Soiree.
April 20 — Holiday.
April 24 — Holiday. — Miss Brewster's Soiree.
May 2 — Miss Mets' and Miss Plumer's Soiree.
May 22 — Graduates' Recital.
May 23 — Art Exhibition.
May 24 — Baccalaureate Sunday.
May 25 — Commencement Concert.
May 26 — Commencement Exercises. — Address to Graduates. — Awarding of Di-
plomas and Honors.
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a^— »pa n
TERM BEGINS SEPTEMBER 10th, 1908
Located in Shenandoah Valley of Virginia. Un-
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21 West Main Street, Staunton, Va.
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Peau de Crepe Mufflers and
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